OR CARE IN THE COMMUNITY
People new to the neighbourhood soon notice,
rising from one of the walled gardens
or the terraced yards, an occasional
bird call – wood pigeon or even cuckoo?
Distracted by the previous owners’ always
doubtful detritus, it takes them longer
to realise the sounds are human though
of indeterminate age and gender.
Exchanging a Victorian madhouse
for a gentrified Victorian suburb,
making ambiguous bird noises rather
than rocking to and fro in the urine-stink
must be better – but no less sad, no more
purposeful, still unconscionable.