Before l Go
I’d have to use Blackfriars
Bridge – London – if asked
to name it [I cannot recall
when I last crossed by it] –
I swam benign widths [in
my day] – slipping grassy
banks in Surrey – My last
view would be of a tower
with OXO emblazoned on
it [as I drank gravy-brown
water – best spat out – but
not optional if drowning] –
I would have climbed up a
parapet & jumped with my
arms flung wide – crucified
by that drop – not killed by
that shock of cold water on
my body from muddy flows
of crumbled cubes – sent to
a cool morgue by drowning