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