Abney Park

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.


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