The Snows Will Fall On Limehouse

The snows will fall on Limehouse
The African tramp will stare
From his clothing bundle
As if you were not there

Cold ice will enamel the East
India Dock Road
As Muslim wife with shopping
Follows husband in the cold

The night, whistling like a bell
Snaps the umbrella
To take away the footing
Of the flower seller

Burdett Road’s deserted
Cold winds freeze the mind
As drinkers leave the Lovat Arms
in hasty closing time

Through the night, beneath the wall
Sheltered in his rags
A hungry homeless stranger dies
Wrapped in a black bin bag