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