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Black Spire
Black Spire
Dressed in robes of soot
from Merrie City chimneys.
Jet cathedral walls.
Burnt toast by Bread street,
pointing to God in heaven
under Yorkshire skies.
Protects souls inside
from the searing heat of hell.
Charcoal sinners flesh.
Wakefield’s grubby church
sitting atop Westgate’s throne
like a nesting crow.
The centuries turn,
blackening on a slow spit
that domina...
Saturday 5th September 2015 11:22 pm
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