The End Of 23fitzroy Road Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

DRAGONS slip , slip away,
the fever hitz, and hitz,
untill this old man gets
his way, plead says john,
again and again, but first
listen to a song called,
some times you lose, and
some times you win, its a
language problem the dragon
says, but first get ready
for dinner, and what ever
you do, dont forget to wash
your shaking hands.
STILL the old man lives,
still the compass points
to east and west, still
they put another man or
woman on that bloody
cross, and they wait, untill
every dropp of sweet and
blood hitz the ground.