Leaving London

They are burning good books
for warmth.
Eating cats and dogs
for tea.
Chewing,
laughing,
and screaming.
I can see them in my street.

They are talking rabies
on the radio,
and the Thames
is flowing blood.
London Bridge is
boiling down,
for a serpent in the mud.

Let go of my hand,
my fading town.
Scrape your skin,
score your eyes.
Let me away from all of this.
I have the perfect alibi.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3GOVzy6Tzs