Walking 'long a sparkling street
As adverts wave aghast to meet
The poet's eye, the poet's stare
To meet the challenge everywhere.

Men of brash, metal cage mouths
Women of pinched faces of hows
Life lives itself here, with
Or without your give.

But I am flint iron steel spark
I am death life grow fast mark
Don't talk to me, fearsome
I'm a little more than you.

I'm taking earth from your pockets
I'm taking words from your wallets
I'm living smiling drifting lazily
While you rush

For here, I am,
The wind, it knows
that on my peak
The heaven glows.

And totems ease
To be my trees
The shoots prop up
My lowen luck

I don't have to stand
To be taller than Strand
I don't have to tell you when
I'll climb atop Big Ben.

Grimace, ****
I'm made of ash
And your fire can't
Burn me.

Alive or dead,
I win.