ANOTHER  DAY  IN  LONDON
 
After hag-ridden sleep 
a sickening boggle in the gully 

slowly the mounting chorus 
birds fitted with internal-combustion engines 

the day’s drugged labours begin 

freedom dogs the felon 
imprisonment dogs the free 

millions of shall-nots in a single nut-shell 
dressed in the latest custom 

my sorry heap runs low 
and yet 

another poesy at my pen-tip?

                              (1968)