We scored a gram of coke
And an ounce of weed
Off a guy in Richmond.
Wound up next morning in Stoke Newington
Of all the places
On the godforsaken earth.
Took a walk round Abney Park
Watching blunt-toothed tombstones
Jut from ivy lips,
Chipped down by the gnashing of the years.
Man yearns for something permanent
He puts his faith in rocks
Letting the long, slow, crumbling maw of time
Bite down slowly
Onto precious things.