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Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Gargoyle poem
The cigars in those gargoyles’ mouths
are leaden waterspouts;
—or tourist-aimed blowpipes
poised to fell the sacristan.
Sometimes a cigar is not a cigar:
as when stone sucks on metal.
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