June 7, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Nick lived here I live in a section of the town that was Bombed during the war So my flat was not built by slaves’ hands But so I know it was also the poor Who wept here for the place Was a hovel built for the Workers of Bath Not the elder ministry It should be clear that I live upon the remains Of the daylight hours Here. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike Loading...