In the 1930’s between two world
wars our little city built fifty two
one storey flats in blocks of four
particularly for the elderly after
the world’s traumatic financial crisis.
Little blocks of four one bedroom
flats lined up in their three columns.
Tiny windows letting in some daylight
flanking small open front porches, little
back doors opening on to tiny verandahs.
Small clotheslines near flights of
back steps and recycling bins
all sheltered by neat trellises.
Fifty two tiny flats in their columns
surrounded by wide open grassy
spaces next to vast playing fields.
Eighty years later massive
earthquakes rocked our shaky
isles followed by more five years.
all public buildings meeting all
requirements of today’s regulatory
building codes all enacted in law
in the last twenty years.
Those elderly council flats can never
comply. Relentless demolition comes.