I'm all

I'm all

Tore up

The street

Way to

The sound

Smelling of fish

And revolution

Now ramparts

Trolling sun days

Rings have worn

Left and right

Their shapes

Against

Their mooring stones

Floating solid

Barging tales

A flick

Of wrist

For multitudes

Can't feed

Enough

To tell

This will destroy that

Stones against

Their clatter

Ring
A city made
Of tours
And cathedrals

Tom McGlynn

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