[River.II.[xxi]][28th July 1971ff]

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River.  II.

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                                                            Past St. Paul’s the millions trod

                                                            Sanctifying holy ground;

                                                            When I went to look for God

                                                            Church Police pushed me around.

                                                            Let them elevate their hosts:

                                                            Joy on earth comes from the brewers;

                                                            Mysticism? – London’s ghosts;

                                                            Deep and filled with life are sewers.

                                                            But Oh God, where are you now?

                                                            More than all I need you still.

                                                            Weight of years begins to bow

                                                            My ever-straining back, until

                                                            It snaps.  Oh God, have pity

                                                            On this little mortal, fleeing

                                                            From the terrors of your City,

                                                            Tiny splinter of your Being!

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