Leaving London

By ralph

Wed, 15 Oct 2008
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They are burning good books for warmth.
Eating cats and dogs for tea.
Chewing, laughing, and screaming.
I can see them in our street.

They are talking rabies on the radio.
Because the Thames is flowing blood.
London Bridge is being boiled down,
for the serpent in the mud.

Hold my hand, my fading town.
Scrape the skin. Score your eyes.
Let us jump away from this.
There is no need for alibis.

Certificate U
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Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by ralph on
Tired of London. Tired of life etc.. I lived there for many years. I used to love it. I only go there on business and as a tourist. That is fine by me. I think of it as an unforgiving place. Cruel and stupid. I prefer Leeds and Edinburgh. Thanks for the words though