They are burning good books for warmth.
Eating cats and dogs for tea.
Chewing, laughing, and screaming.
I can see them in our street.
They are talking rabies on the radio.
Because the Thames is flowing blood.
London Bridge is being boiled down,
for the serpent in the mud.
Hold my hand, my fading town.
Scrape the skin. Score your eyes.
Let us jump away from this.
There is no need for alibis.