From your roof, leave some hair for a nest.

From your walls, scaly skin.

From your floor, nail clippings are best and

Stray teeth from your door caved in.

The rest can be left for the bin men

Nimble and quick on their feet sneaking

Your sinful heart, dead dreams and a whiff

Of the sea for re-cycling through unfamiliar

Streets, to a tall, gaunt chimney

Waiting…

updated by @sally-spedding: 11/26/17 08:54:17PM