Yffra/Trap by bones and the aft

Below are the full lyrics to the prototype bonesandtheaft track
Yfra/trap..A Homage to one of the great hidden rivers of London ...Words John Bently Sax Arthur Bently

Yfra/Effra,
the Brixton Creek,
the shape shifter of effluent
from the creeping suburbs
to the stinking Thames,
red bricked and rooved,
the stink piped prison
of belching fatberg Golems
fueled by pasta slime
and belching clingy wetwipes,
discarded facemasks
and red eyed rats
no poison can detox,
no sneaky maze riddler
can Ku-klux her hidden darkness
on whiskered turnpike-tiptoes,
execute the rat trap blunt-slice
that splinters bone
but does not quickly kill,
like a furred jesus on a triggered cross
the thorndrips glooping
metal scented in the midday heat.

The green-livered lentil griddlers,
wishing our sweet accursed city into
more of a home counties bailiwick
think they have cancelled
the Poets Corner rat-run
with their wood-lego fairy gardens
yet beneath these dulcet covens
of child-worship and genteel aspiration,
the real rodent city scraps and scurries
in our shit-stream
fighting tooth and claw for each precious second of life awarded
down in the black pipe.

Clutch your unspoiled babies tight
as the trap sings snap!
-sound frozen in the midnight stillness,
sleepy eyes unfocus on brown oil
leaking from open wounds
three or four oozing welts
sticky thru a rubby shirt of hair,
inside the bonecrushed whip-shop,
interior leaking livid
like taloned torturers biblical
have sliced across his desert brown back,
have licked his messiah brow with rat-love
and brung him loinclothed forth
to meet his fate.

A million million more

in the dark Yffra beneath
your crisp white sheets
insane with hunger
sharp yellow teeth
await.