Cobbles wet
air thick
unviewable.

Feeling the weeping
victorian brick of
railway arch

Warm fug of
pigeon feathers
ammonia droppings
and the playground
of houses ruined
by bombs in the
reign of hate.

Elsewhere london
swings-

A small boy lost in pea soup

(in the grate
banks of coal
glow and flicker
pictures, movies
of the soul)