Yes, The Sound of Silence catches the mood perfectly here.

I am a Rock has always been my favourite Simon and Garfunkel song, though.

Ever since I became a geologist, at least.

I love the poetry in the bull ring at Waterloo, it lightens up the otherwise bleak underbelly of that sunset.

One can only hope.

There’s a story of the traveller here, on a journey just like me, between the city and its distant green edge and mourning the harsh urban landscape in place of forgotten nature in this place.

And maybe there’s another message within the text as well, concerning a different kind of underworld.

This poem stretches for several hundred metres along a freshly cleaned-up underpass leading to the spot near Waterloo Bridge where London’s Cardboard City used to stand.

There was just one homeless couple sleeping there when I passed on a morning earlier this week.

Some of those poor souls had emerged out of the blackened earth, leaving the subway if only for tenement halls perhaps not all that far away.

This publicly visible poem marks an important start, at least, and in more ways than one.