Where once the fishermen did shit
And wipe their arseholes with dead carp
Where industry killed off its own
And misery was sold as hope
Where young men snapped clay pipes for luck
And toiled their death when the tide was out
That's where my father slipped in mud
And landed in a tampon dump
And broke his stupid head in two.
Beneath the rotting Wandsworth Bridge
The place where he was born.