Let’s All Go Down the Strand…
Or should we?
Go down the Strand, I mean.
It’s where the wild things are.
Scary wild things.
Like seriously big golden birds that brook no opposition.
How does the poem go?
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads –
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right.
Well, you get the idea. I wouldn’t make eye contact with him if I were you. Feathers like plates of armour. And as for those talons…
Seen him? Didn’t think so.
Maybe go in there – where the wild things are – with a London Walks guide.
A London Walk costs £9 – £7 concession. To join a London Walk, simply meet your guide at the designated tube station at the appointed time. Details of all London Walks can be found at www.walks.com.