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As the train glides by
The tall gaping high rise flats
Of the suburbs of
Glasgow
I want to cry
The curtains torn out
The light extinguished
All has been ripped out
A life
Once
Happened
There
A light
Once
Shone
There
And yet now all that remains is the skeleton of an existance
The rotten, empty, hollow skeleton
Of something which was once so alive
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MMMmmm, well I dont know but the only time I have seen Glasgow was about 3 am, to take a pee on the train, on route to Skye via the Kyle of Lochalsh railway. You have confirmed my worst fears. Poor ground floor communities with the heart ripped out of them, in exchange for Sky TV. Oddly enough the lines
A life
Once
Happened
There
A light
Once
Shone
There
reminds me of the four inexplicably placed searchlihts placed on each corner of the tower blocks I saw. What for I wonderered? What are they expecting to illuminate?
"The lght extinguished is pretty much a metaphor for the LIFE extinguished. ''
one of your shortest and most powerful pieces to date.
