My former home is slowly

Sinking into the green mire

I am standing on its flat roof

My name is Juliet Barber

A foul industrial landscape

Completely surrounds me

It smells of rotting chemicals

The air is thick rancid and grey

I cannot see that far

As the smog is ocean deep

In a week I will be collected

And taken to my new home

Which is over one thousand miles distant

I am told that I will be happy there

This is all part of my new education

Forget the past and think of the future

The glorious future of Juliet Barber

But this Juliet does not have a future

She had a past but the present

No longer exists for her