The once proud five lamps

that used to light the way

for the edge of a village

on the frayed hem

of the outskirts of Liverpool,

that trams would

sit idly by before returning

to the glamour on offer,

are now silent, forgotten

to all but the curious and the

mindful preservers of

the fabric  of society with

chequered cloth waiting appeal

and the dinner time stamp of approval

as they raise their glasses

and whisper cheers in the dark.