The river gurgles deep,
Although from the warrant-of-fitness station,
I cannot see it.
Concrete and steel. “Look here! Look at that!”
Calls a boy in an army surplus shirt.
Oil in the drain. “That’s the river! It goes right there!”
Pointing downwards with his index finger.
That night, after the admonition,
A mihi fills the stadium,
And a bloke in a cloak appeared on stage,
With a mere.