What are you writing?

A short story

What is it called?

John Keats Superhero

Fanny looked at me

John was poet

A magnificent poet

That is where you are wrong 

Have you really read his poetry?

Every word

And you have never spotted the code?

What code?

Just check out nightingale

 

My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense as though of hemlock I had drunk
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

What does it mean to you?

Please tell me of your thoughts

It is a warning that a drugged warrior will contaminate the waters of London very soon and only JOHN KEATS can stop the assassin

 IS that your full conclusion?

Yes that is the labour of my thoughts

But Keats is DEAD AND BURIED in Rome

That was what THE WORLD was led to believe

He IS as ALIVE as you and me

Let us give THANKS

TO the Lord for the life of JOHN KEATS

 

In a sewer underneath Hammersmith Broadway a Polish sewerage worker named Zbigniew is dying

He has had his throat cut

By an assassin

Who has tipped a white powder into the near water

He watches as the rats die grotesquely

 

The moving waters at their priest like task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores

 

What are you writing John?

Another poem I am expanding on an idea

But within the hour I must leave you my love

As I have important business in Hammersmith

 

Here lies one whose name was writ in water

 

To be continued
But be WARNed
Do not drink the waters of LONDON TOWN
Until I have completed my arduous task