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To Build Again
We built the spires up
To bring them falling down;
Their sacred dust & rust
Fall softly on the ground.
What mist
(or spray)
Will calm them?
What muddy, bloody brew?
To build again,
With sweaty men,
“The Spires, the Spires!”
Mighty risen ruins.
© 2017 j.s.lamb
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