the bark of dog

by Ilan

Between
Newtown cinema
and crumply bookshop,  
people look 
for 
poets
like  
Plath     

In these narrow alleys
cripples and 
alcoholics 
lived and
died

This
spaceless abode
of
peeling 
Victorian  
terraces,
all 
squeezed in

and   

Out of these
ruins, 
one hears 
God 

or
 
the bark
of  
dog 
 
Copyright Ilan Cohen 2010