From a proposed book, ‘The Misfortunes of Others.
He thought he’d have just one last bath, before the demolition
He’d had this flat for 30 years, had signed the failed petition
Over my dead body, he’d written on that form
For 30 years on floor 19 he’d weathered every storm
He slipped and fell and banged his head
Inside that small bathroom
Lying there for three long days
Someone might find him soon
He heard the claxon blaring, to clear folks off the site
He heard the loud explosions, that put the birds to flight
He felt the building moving, and as his ending neared
The last thing that he heard on Earth
Was when everybody cheered
Photo credit: Andrea Piacquadio
2 thoughts on “Bath”
Brilliant. Welcome to WP Mr Underfelt. Good to have you around.
May I reblog you?
You certainly may…. Good to have you on board shipmate…
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