Someone signs the shopfront,
as though claiming the devastation
or making a bid for immortality.
Either way it seems a strange choice,
to seek authorship of failure,
beyond desperation and struggle,
dreams crushed under the weight
of a communal decline,
or to celebrate the individual,
the separate existence of self
in a place disregarded, ignored,
as though shouting greatness aloud
in a soundproofed room.
Plywood-blanked windows blind
to the passing scene they once reflected,
now brood on nothing but the past,
and the sign speaks of a thrift that
surrendered to a relentless decay
as hope drained in the gutter.
And yet someone signed the shopfront,
each letter bold with the assertion that,
āIām still here, alive and undefeated.ā
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