Runnel spitting
Rain betrayed by
Frozen mouths
Once again reminds
Faithless greys
Of their value
A city of windows
Stacked and
Puddled
Gathers the low
And moaning sky
Around its shuddered
Ranks
My dropping glance
Leans into it
Like a hoe boy
Shouldering
A spray of lead
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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