You are all wonderful people, in your corners and alleys, on the stairs and looking out of small windows,
Or standing on your roofs whilst flood-water laps around the eaves and gables,
Looking at the grey clouds clearing over the horizon,
You, your sister, your father and uncle, all together now at the end of the sunset,
With your ancestors, looking on, and slightly fucked off by it all.
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