I remember the day

the daily paper printed

a crossword in the puzzle pages

but the answers had been filled

and there was nothing to solve

.

It was noted by the seven am commuters,

whose day was ruined without their fix

of mystery and intelligence, instead

they had to look out at a cloudy sky

and notice the weeds on the embankment

.

It made the six o'clock headlines and

I watched without interest, although

I can understand how

lives were ruined

by all the disorder