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CANAL SONG
CANAL SONG
Today I saw mallards
fed crumbs by a local drunkard
stumbling from the Grapes
onto the murky cut.
He crooned a forgotten song
that floated on the wind
as narrow boats chugged past
a chalky towpath
old as ghosts of workers
mean-eyed, coal dust-coated
heaving sacks and urging horses
in days now deemed heroic.
It guided him home
under mossy humpbac...
Friday 11th August 2023 12:08 am
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