
Twice a day she passes,
each time tutting a mantra
to banish the monolith.
Knowing, as she does,
the obvious squalor
of it’s subhuman inhabitants.
She writes her incantation
imploring the blessed Star
to spell out the wisdom
of her solution. Her omniscience
emanating from the top deck
of the 84 to Hillsborough.
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