the early morning train spills
me out at euston
and
from there
it's but a brief trip by tube to westminster
big ben stands proud
in mist
and on the opposite corner of Parliament Square
a simple statue
lies
wreathed in flowers
he holds
hands
aloft
beckoning us
from death
to believe there can be a different way
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