"Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies,
in a box on Beasley Street."

I think this is one of the greatest poems by an Englishman and it's criminally underrated by the custodians of culture. I love JCC and can see how he might slip under their radar with some of his lesser stuff, but in "Beasley Street" he crosses the line into true literary genius. Perhaps a few too many uncomfortable truths in there.