The Poetry of Tony Mayle... CANNON Another day beneath the shadow Sat here in twilight's sheet Counting the other lost souls these slow moving people shoals that trickle through the street Beneath this bridge we crowd A cannon in our hearts Shaded from the city suits the razor jawed yawning brutes our wealthy counterparts Silence beneath the darkness Locked too cold to think Dredging the night for slumber for sleep to drag us under transport us to the brink Tony Mayle