I remember the day

the daily paper printed

a crossword in the puzzle pages

but the answers had been filled

and there was nothing to solve


It was noted by the seven am commuters,

whose day was ruined without their fix

of mystery and intelligence, instead

they had to look out at a cloudy sky

and notice the weeds on the embankment


It made the six o'clock headlines and

I watched without interest, although

I can understand how

lives were ruined

by all the disorder