Sump sink turgid mire conveyor
A drain in death-mixed blackened soot
Conveyor of the foulness
– underbelly, sick, poison,
Taking the flotsam of 8 million detestable things
Across broken rocky shores from two thousand years of slime
Open swirls swift surface wavelets,
Upon moon and starless sub-channels dragging,
Hale from Richmond and beyond
– calling at all stations, pick-up, drop-off,
Transforms to toxic by Millennium Bridge
Bum drops to a million acres of thick Southend mud black
From foundations roots sunken within
Risen around the sucking stuff, a fertility
– Embankment, Savoy, Lambeth Walk, Millwall U-bend,
The Dome is the Canaletto piece, a £16 St Paul's
Further on, fluid form spires cost more, make more, more,
New snap-shot vistas upon brilliant horizons
Stretching beyond pole, tropic and sand, returns
Refined apartamentos of dazzling millions
Life styled anew, novel medievalism,
Scratching credit at each apportioned restauranto
And down in the lengthy bowels of Bank station
– with effortless smile, dance, bow,
A chord-ill-sequenced accordionist plays flowery 'Delilah'
To the chinkety-chink of passers-by
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