to keep one of its historic pubs
unlike the Vulcan delivered
screaming to St Fagan's museum.
The Golden Cross abounded with characters:
"Irish Meg," "Billy Shortlegs," "Plymouth Eliza,"
and I wonder what these punters would say
if they were to wander around today
with high-rise buildings scarring the horizon
and The Golden Cross an island of the past.
There was many a fight on a Saturday night,
it stood near the notorious brothels
at Charlotte Street and Whitmore Lane.
Yet now it's far more sedate,
staring defiantly at passers-by
for this is the pub...that would not die.