Hundreds, thousands, millions
Of plimsoles, shoes and boots
Have eroded the ground
In front of this bench
Which I have to say
Is well secured
With concrete and steel
In case there are thieves about
The sky is bold and blue
Yet the plumes of jets
Criss-cross, above where
Cargo ships would once have docked
The Light-Ship hotel
Waves the Ukrainian flag
Offering a special deal
If you should wish to stay
McCarthy Stone have built
Right up to the flyover
Their ubiquitous multi-storey
Accommodation with balconies