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 armor. And as for those talons…
Been down the Strand? How many hundreds of times (or quite a few if you’re a tourist)?
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