Londinium Requiem
Published Monday 2 February 2009
The snow fell
But who was there to say
Anything about it; anything at all
A rook cackled, inspected the ground, hoping
The snow fell softly on Bone Hill
And all was quiet; silent
No one there to tell
O, Jerusalem
Your green and pleasant land now gone
Covered by stone
Relegated to dark, green garden corners
Covered by mud and a drift of white
All that [...]
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