Er come fer yo last night, an icicle from the gutterin,
a spear o’ glass from a smashed-up bus shelter.
Er donnies slid beneath yer sleep-stuffed yed,
eyeless bear, rooted fer the parcel o’ bloodied tissue.
Ah waited by yer door, not daring to peep, rememberin
the neighbours’ lad who woke to catch er:
‘ow there was hoarfrost on ‘is lips when they found ‘im
next cockcrow, a freezy penny in the purse of ‘is gob.
Oh be careful, mah bab, who yo bargain with –
fer milk teeth line the walls of er palace like skulls.
er/ her or she donnies/hands yed/head
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