Refugees of Reason

Do you think

the barber lives above his shop?
here in the Shambles,
the shambles of York,

where wooden, plastered cliffs
weigh over those below
while twisting this way

then that, though shored against
mother nature's steady forces,
descendent proprietors,

those that make this shambles go,
the sellers of chocolate,
silver spoons and thimbles,

key chains, and a good deal more,
replacing butchers shops
and brothels of yesteryear

with that which visitors relish most
the locals nourish ...

But say, do you think that barber
lives above his store?

~gtk