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Nov 18
Spent silverfish, massed on black
whippets at        the end of the track
cracked nut shells, lying
inflated balloons, dying.

Steel mosquitos that    tattoo poppies
shot up cartridges by    the school gate
in new mown grass    that stinks      the street.
The poem is about drug use in the area I live.
The silver fish are nitrous oxide canisters left discarded on the black streets - also known as whippets.
Steel mosquitos are syringes.
Written by
Gerry Sykes  66/M
(66/M)   
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