Farringdon to Finsbury

by Eman

I left my heart somewhere in Islington
I was laughing and it fell out of my mouth like a fish
A tramp walked past and kicked it into the gutter

I passed my heart a week later
It was adorned with cigarette butts and tar
A man in a check shirt stepped on it when he crossed the road
I walked on placidly

It rained in May and I thought of my heart
I should have taken it home with me
But now I am six thousand miles away
My chest is full of dust and wind
While my heart melts in a gutter
Gnawed by the Rats of Islington