On Hockney Road, has Bradford's famous son

now been downgraded in-between the blocks

of some industrial park, to slink among

gaunt grubby retail units? It's a shock

to find him here, though fittingly perhaps

there is a modern style to his surrounds -

No dour Victorian mills where, in flat caps,

redundant mill-folk scurry past the grounds

of dirt-cheap fashion warehouses to sign

for jobseekers' allowance, as a lack

of real solutions work-wise, is the line

the city takes, not “Bradford's bouncing back”

but, wait - new shoots from piles of rubble rise:

the walls of Westfield, soaring to the skies.