Lost Property Poem by Sheena Blackhall

One 14ft. inflatable boat,
Marooned in a cab, washed up near Nelson’s Column

One coffin in purgatory
Stuck between the Angel & Burnt Oak

False legs left on the bus to the London Eye

One lawnmower, its neck in a plastic bow,
No fixed abode, on the tube by Covent Garden

Breast implants, like cod steaks, sliced,
Getting under the skin of a driver near Maida Vale

One jar of bull’s sperm, destined for mooning cows
Going up and down on a bus by Petticoat Lane

Three dead bats, awkward as young umbrellas
Left by the tube at Knightsbridge

Dozens of mobile phones, their small mouths stopped
Doomed to be deaf and dumb on Speaker’s Corner