Life goes on…
Everything is up from way down here,
below the pier.
The wooden pilings, iron filings,
coal and coral,
Rotten cabbage, cats gone feral,
Dropouts drop in to scout for salvage,
kit and caboodle,
Newgate sweepings, old pot noodle.
All left above the watermark,
from East End
Docklands National Park.
the low-tide line
which doesn’t touch the Sepentine.
And yet to the kids around St Paul’s
just the beach;
The shit-hole, hell hole,
that we call