LONDON WALK (POETRY MONTHLY)

On dawning rivers of concrete,

By purple haze on stagnant pools

Watched by lions eyes of red and gold

Where laughing stone meets water song;

Crouching goblins all around

Blue with cold

Wet with hunger

Transparent panes of hurt -

Watch out for grinning fools.

Beware the shark-black boots

That step on gasping goldfish,

For limpet-cruel words are soon

Borne away by the snarling whirling wind

That sings around a man atop a moon-bound tower.

Let wrinkled hands seize fluttering notes of Green and Brown

Before the ancient watery wisdom pearls

Fall to hard clay ground on dove-grey wings:

And fountains spurt

With the blood of ages past and yet to come…