I have taken my chocolate ladybirds
walking by the rails of kentish town only
at night when the glow of my ladybirds' backs
cannot be seen by the daylight people
who would ask the wrong questions
i walk by the rails and head through the network
reverently we lay our heads of ginger
on the sealed covers of the city under the porcelain
lights where the diesel passes (nitely
i and my ladybirds
the thick glass manhole covers are cool to our touch