Forever London

Drop me off
in your
wheezing car
near the littered field

stand me hunched
with the winos
who drink sherry
and salad days

come back later
with a spade
before the frost
the traffic

wear a scarf
a hat at a rakish angle
work hard
bury me
deep

let the rain pour
the sun sweat
and swallow the city
as it wakes

only then can I grow
enough to run
to you

brand new

so you can cut me down
with your rusty love
again

in forever London