LOCATION: White’s Row, Spitalfields, London

Thought I’d follow you to the dying lands
From the chapel to death’s door
Should have closed my mind when you hypnotized
Should have turned from you when you called

Ten steps under cold stone arches
A stifled scream
And now you’re dead and gone

Saw your sad brown eyes in the pale moonlight
Long locks and red‐stained lips
Should have sheltered you when they put you out
Should have come for you when you called

Blood mural in the Swallow Gardens
A flash of light
And now you’re dead and gone

Dead and gone
Dead and gone
Dead and gone

The beast at the heart of it
You never had a stake in this
Piece of meat caught a vice grip
A wolf had to come for it

Dead and gone
Dead and gone
Dead and gone

Now that I need you child
Now that I want you child

Dead and gone
Dead and gone
Dead and gone

© 2013 Crandall