THE RIVER THAMES
- Rebecca W Morris
- Sep 22, 2016
- 2 min read
COME ON DOWN TO
THE RIVER THAMES
COME DOWN TO US
COME ON DOWN TO US
COME DOWN TO US
WE’RE WINDING THROUGH
YOUR INNER CITY LIFE
A SWELLING HUG
DRAINING AWAY
SLIMY SECRETS
WE’RE THE RIVER PEOPLE
COME ON DOWN TO US
COME DOWN TO US
THE THAMES
BENEATH YOUR FEET
THE HEELS OF YOUR SHOES
THE WHEELS OF YOUR BIKES
HIGH-TOP TRAINERS, KITTEN HEELS
DOC MARTINS & NIKES
WE’LL TAKE YOU, DARK OR FAIR
THE RIVER DOESN’T CARE
LAPPING AT TOES
UNWASHED FEET
LICKING ANKLES
COME DOWN TO US
THERESA MAY! COME DOWN TO US
THERE’S NO HUMAN RIGHTS HERE
UNDERNEATH THE WATER
YOU CAN BURY YOURSELF
PEOPLE SOUTH OF THE RIVER
THE SHOULDERS WE STAND ON
COME ON DOWN TO US
AND THE EAST
WHERE WE CARRIED
THE PISS AND SHIT OF THE WEST
COME ON DOWN TO US
COME DOWN TO US
NOW WE’RE FILTERED
AND DREDGED
CLEANER THAN LONDON AIR
SMOTHERING THE GHERKIN
THE SHARD THE CUTTY SARK CANARY WHARF
YOU’RE BETTER OFF DOWN HERE
THERE’S A FEW BONES
BUT WE ARE THE CENTRE
FLOWING THROUGH
THE LYNCHPIN
OF LONDON’S LETHARGY
THE LOONY THE LONELY
OFFERING TO US
THEIR KEYS
CHICKEN WINGS
FAG BUTTS SPILLING SHOUTING
INTO MURKY DEEP
COME ON DOWN TO US
COME DOWN TO US
WE WONT JUDGE
THERE’S EVEN A PLACE HERE
FOR CORBYN TOO
YOU CAN STOP PRETENDING
YOU CAN FIX ANYTHING
PAINT FLAKING
OFF THE BUILDINGS OF WESTMINSTER
CATCHING IN THE WIND &
SWALLOWED BY THE RIVER
THE UNDER-THE-VILLAGE PEOPLE
COME ON DOWN TO US
COME DOWN TO US
THE HISTORY OF DREDGERS
DOCKERS
BANKERS
FLOCKERS
WINDRUSH
CONNECTING US TO THE WORLD
THE WORLD MADE US
YOU CAN’T HEAR
THE SHOUTS FROM HERE
NONE OF US
HAVE CARS
THEY GET STUCK IN THE MUD
PHONES STOP WORKING
WE ALL LOOK THE SAME
DO THE SAME
OUR ONLY TASK
TO GO WITH THE FLOW
INTO THE MOUTHS
SINKS
HANDS OF PEOPLE
WASH AWAY INVISIBLE SOOT
OF THE CITY
UNSEEN GAS
WRAPPING AROUND
OAK TREES
STOOD FOR YEARS
IN HAMPSTEAD HEATH
COME DOWN TO US
THE VEIN OF LONDON
WHICH CARRIES YOU
TO A HOME MADE OF DREAMS
THIS ISN’T A CITY
FOR THE LIVING
REMEMBER
FANTASIES
FLOAT ABOVE
LOOK DOWN ON THIS VIEW
MEMORIES TO BECOME
SITTING ON BOXES
IN SMALL ROOMS
SQUASHED STITCHED TOGETHER
POST BUBBLE BOOM BUST WAR
OVERFLOWING IN THINGS
BUT NOTHING CONCRETE
BUT CONCRETE
OR THE TREE OUTSIDE
YOUR WINDOW
THE WATER WHICH FLOWS
FROM THE TAPS
INTO YOUR MOUTH
THROUGH YOUR BODY
AND BACK INTO PIPES
EVENTUALLY YOU FIND US
IF YOU DON’T COME TO US
WE WILL COME TO YOU
COME ON DOWN TO US
COME DOWN TO US
WE WILL RISE TO MEET YOU
WASH AWAY THE DAY
IN A DEEP RIVER BELLY EMBRACE
WITH ALL THE GREAT FALLEN
OF LONDON TOWN
CARRIED GENTLY
DOWNSTREAM
UNDER GREAT SHIPS
AND STEAMERS
THAT BRING US OUT
AND BACK INTO THE WORLD.
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