Brick Lane

Brick Lane

Star of David is embedded in a crescent moon

A crescent moon nestled in a golden cross.

Three images of diametrically opposed religions

like Russian dolls

Comforting. Soothing. Caressing

Each other.

In the heart of brick lane. In 1999

Today, I went back

To survey my student memories

A melancholy air.

Shrouded the derelict building

Now. Is this a metaphor 

Noir. For the state of my town?

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Nevertheless my heart is heavy.

My brick lane is vapoured.

In its place

Stands a derelict building 

Tomorrow is another day.

A sunny one, I hope.