Such a
narcissist
Leave from my
window
With all your
sacred enemies
Loyal
The prie-dieu
Arranged
backwards
Tips the
balance
Toward the
profane
The guttered
wash
Of gargoyles
Spares the
sweeper
Worry
This city is
shining
Under its hill
Emptied of all
Worship
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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