(For the homelessness in Hackney)
Drilling towards the sun
Unbolting with magnetic faces
Stained in a threatened
Impossible justice
Breeze frisked
Thrown away with invisible keys
Waiting for hope
Flicked into oblivion
So glad this impossible law
Threatening to fine them
For sleeping on the street
And the tube stations
And under shop stores
Just because they had
No where else to go
Was thrown under the next train.