"'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
Come in, she said,
I'll give you shelter from the storm."
- Bob Dylan

Scrawled in chalk on the wall next to this sign.

I was back in Southwark to have a look at the skull and crossbones graveyard, to see if there were
any new offerings left in remembrance at the gate. Other than more corn dollies, dried flowers and
ribbons there wasn't anything new. Other than the political chalk user here.