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Aidan Murphy
On the Demolition of the Arcadia Ballroom
On the Demolition of the Arcadia Ballroom
On the Demolition of the Arcadia Ballroom
The ghosts of the waltzing revellers are no matchfor the bankers’ bullies and their agents, so
shaking the dust from their Sunday best
they stagger from the ruins and wander
in pairs towards Kent Station.
Some head south and some head north.
A couple float Chagall-like
over the abandoned mills.
The rest drift into the city-centre
and foxtrot in the hollow shopping malls,
or take their shoes off and recline
on the steps of the Capitol Cineplex –
all their spirits fading into summer’s end.
© 2007, Aidan Murphy
From: Neon Baby: New & Selected Poems
Publisher: New Island Books, Dublin
From: Neon Baby: New & Selected Poems
Publisher: New Island Books, Dublin
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On the Demolition of the Arcadia Ballroom
The ghosts of the waltzing revellers are no matchfor the bankers’ bullies and their agents, so
shaking the dust from their Sunday best
they stagger from the ruins and wander
in pairs towards Kent Station.
Some head south and some head north.
A couple float Chagall-like
over the abandoned mills.
The rest drift into the city-centre
and foxtrot in the hollow shopping malls,
or take their shoes off and recline
on the steps of the Capitol Cineplex –
all their spirits fading into summer’s end.
From: Neon Baby: New & Selected Poems
On the Demolition of the Arcadia Ballroom
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