an illegal feeling eats inward. the climax is deathly.
I sense - like a mouse in a laboratory - science's scalpel
and observe with soft-focus eyes my lifeblood drained.
London billows, London shrieks, a city from the Bible.
the gas-lamps flame and shimmer, road-signs redden
and crumbling slums
echo seismic pressures
looking weird as covens of toothless, fossilised crones.
ugly flashbacks lunge with spitting and hissing of cats
in the filthy pink-yellow fogs of this Soho vice-zone
where street-slang cuffs your ear as a penance for sins.
I'm upto my eyeballs in decay, a shabby martyrdom.
in the dust of my window, it's written: the bottom falls
out of the sky where fire rampages
in this biblical city-state
Drawing of Niall McDevitt by Julie Goldsmith