864, The South Bank

My name’s Pan, but they call me Chiv.
They give me a wide berth,
Those who know me,
But those too foolish to be coy,
Like boys soft and searching
For a romping
Find my slack frame can make them brave –
A knave at hand for kicks
And for punches.
How brave this is, the upper class –
The arse with rolled up sleeve
And tongue poked out.
“Come on then scum and take some pain,”
And again threats from toffs –
Knock my block off.
“Leave him be,” pleads the goose he paid
Who laid and lied with smiles.
She can act well.
She’s not soft from the city pens.
A hen, like me in the gutters
Of the south bank!
So this wank comes here by water
To daughter of Ishtar
Too poor, but rich,
And having dipped his skinny wick
Is quick to prove his might
Against the Chiv?
Quick his blood flows and red like mine.
This time I used a pick
To stick flesh with.
Once, twice, thrice, in the neck I stab.
A jab for luck and love.
His purse jangles.
The goose in lure of lace scarlet
Is harlot to me known
As a lover,
Who comes over for a quick kiss.
“I miss you when you go”
She says smiling.
I’ve been gone an hour at most,
But boast not of our love
And liberty –
Of her path cobbled and stony
Which only leads to me –
Who deserves less,
Yet lives in the light of a King
Who sings with royal heart
In thanks to love….

For these streets are full of hardness.
And to goddess I love…

…“I killed for you.”

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Seventeen hundred’s London, Southbank. The most dangerous and fun place to be on the planet.

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