Tubby Brothers

Someone’s dead in Blewitt Street
Down the stairs we chipped some paint
Declined sweet cherry, had some tea
And hovered silently.

Someone’s dead in Caldicot
They dug their grave on a brand new plot
See the footbridge has been taken down
It only takes five minutes drive through town
But the flowers look like wounds
And the roads cut deep and direct
The railways change their names and don’t connect
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