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)