Westminster Abbey

Ten hours in London

On an ashen day of spring

Found me beneath the spires

With gargoyles staring down

Tongues hanging out, laughing at me

Standing in line in the rain

I don’t know why I chose to come here

On limited time

Not Abbey road or Friar Park,

Not Picadilly Circus or Traflager Square

Or even the British Museum

But this ancient stone church

Survivor of the Blitz

Where I walked over the graves

Of Darwin and Newton

Standing on the shoulders of giants

Right there in the floor

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