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