The English, long years flown by on black crow's wings,
their empire stretched across the seas,
discomfort felt, a gnawing, burning, fiscal sting
brought on by plagues of piracy.
And so hung gibbets on the Thames near
Cuckold's Point and Bugsby's Hole
that examples might be made, and clear,
of blaggards hanged by neck and law in payment of their toll.
Now our lives stretch out along the wires
and we are all connected. So what is done to one
is done to all. And they are still among us, simpering pirates.
And what is done
to one is done to all.
There's a little concrete courtyard, along Water, at the foot of Wall.
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