What are the most negative sounding words in the last six stanzas, and why do you think the poet has chosen them?
They’re gone now, all we have left of them
this vast concrete-and-glass mother-ship
that seems to have landed awkwardly
in our midst. And Westgate’s dark
with November rain, but different, as if
the stones retain heat, secret impressions
of shoulder-blades, shallow cups,
as sand would do. The grey façade
of the empty auction house, three storeys
of boarded windows, doesn’t look sad,
more like it’s closed its eyes, breathing in
the smell of sweat, sunblock, confidence.