Root Mull

Graffiti artist of my youth
I remember the day
You covered the village
In paint spray
Woke up one morning
What did I see ?
On every available property
Such beautiful anarchy
It was as if you’d gone and done it for me
On the war memorial, the science block
From Wildmoor Lane on to the Dock
School greenhouse recreation ground
On the signposts where the village meets the town
Root Mull
The teachers were outraged
And the parents dumbstruck
They said how do people
Get away with this stuff
My dad says it’s hopeless we should just
Lock ‘em up
It’ll take forever for the council to clean up
Nobody knew just what it meant
We assumed there was some kind of sexual bent
No headmaster’s announcements no police involved
It’s one of those mysteries that will never be solved
On the scout hut and the paper shop
On the phone box by the new Co-op
The library and the caravan
On the butcher ladies delivery van

Root Mull



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