Croydon
Forget undending prairie miles, as wide
As oceans in a calm, the planes of sand
Outback and in Nevada where no tide
Has risen for an eon. Measure strand
On strand of breakfast tables set with oats
And salt. Remember though the other flats
Of arctic ice and lands cropped bare by goats.
The harshest, barest, barren habitats
That atheistic monks might want or nuns
Who don’t believe in anything but hate,
These are the landscapes, these the wasteland ones
For you to live in. Settle there and wait.
..Hunch down and contemplate the stretch of wan
….Repetitive suburbs in London’s dawn.