Poem -
the bark of dog
Between
Newtown cinema
and crumply bookshop, people look
for
poets
likeÂ
Plath.Â
In these narrow alleysÂ
cripples and alcoholics
lived and
died.Â
This
spaceless abode of
peeling Victorian terraces,
all
squeezed in
andÂ
out of these
ruins,Â
one hears
God
or
the bark
ofÂ
dog
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