Canto CCCXIV

If some forests can be called rainforests
then London should be called a raincity,
the way it washes away what is left

of spent syringes, pitta bread and bitty
remnants of pigeons that knew
the heighest heights of glass monstrosities

that rainbows lack the sharpness to cut through.
The plane trees spread their roots beneath concrete
with the ease that we push pinky toes

under a fresh duvet. The gleaming streets
are just a thoroughfare to the rivers
that live beneath the groan of sewage grates,

just as the swelling Thames moves to deliver
its bounty past the aptly named Gravesend;
leaving the city greener, leafier

before the fumes and tempers flare again.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 09, 2012 @ 23:46:36

    I like this: “The gleaming streets
    are just a thoroughfare to the rivers
    that live beneath the groan of sewage grates”

    If it wasn’t for all those underground rivers and the Thames carrying the water away London would be knee deep in water.

    Reply

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