Is it Lethe or is it dock water?

Either has the power.

The neighbourhood killer

is somewhere quietly washing up

dipping and dipping his fork

in the dirty water.

The police vans sit crooning

on the crux of the Downs.

How quickly the young girls walk

from work and from the shops.

The frost that was bone cold

has eased into rain, the dock water

takes everything and turns it brown.