What is the relationship?

What is the relationship
Between London and the river

London is people
People at work

They climb the stairs
They use the lifts

They enter temples
They enter palaces

They go to parks
They go to carnivals

The river passes by
Looking for the sky

The hills of London
The views of London

Look out across the plain
At the glittering burning

Magically misted
Serpentine, eel twisted

Walled and fenced
Dragon rolling river

Higher up on the hillsides
Are the poor streets

Crammed and sandwiched
Shops and stores and baskets and signs

Rickety wooden doors
Worn walled sign covered and rain rusted

With the usual
Roar and rumble of the traffic

Clattering and clanking
A slow one-step forward

Of bus and taxi and van
Of cyclist and pigeon and man

The river hurries up
The river whirls around

And all of its arms are severed
And all of its feet are dragged thru the mire

And all of its eyes are sunken down
Sunken deep, sunken and drowned

There Is very little of a merry sound
It passes thru it cuts deep down

Its water table spreads like blood
Beneath the neighbourhood

And gurgles into forgotten wells
And surges thru drains

Spitting from the cracks in road tunnels
Kissing the surfaces of concrete foundations

People climb up and slide down
Hitting their briefcases on iron railings

Hanging their plastic bags in trees
Losing their surgical masks in the breeze

There’s nothing in their pockets but money
There’s nothing in their pockets but tickets

The river could wash away their bodies
And everywhere their names forgotten

In old church yards; in old burial pits
When the population could easily fit inside the city walls

Names carved in stone
Of dead people now alone

That the Victorian growth
Smothered and smote

And left behind the nameless
Of the 20th century

The one in a million man
Who doesn’t have a footnote

In the city files and records
Digitalised and growing

The river has nothing to remember
Of the city jaws shutting

It leaves its summer upriver
And it hurries down to its mother

No I can’t see any sign of river
I can’t see any joy of a river

Except for a more musical sound
As passes by south end

As it joins up
With natures land

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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