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Big Issue

Like Prometheus, picked-at liver,
Drooping at the passers-by,

Through the streets we shake and shiver,
In its sodden sheets we lie,

Needle ends that twitch and quiver,
Burn the flesh until we fly,

In this beast beside the river,
This is where we live and die:

Greater London, praise the Giver,
That is us, the London I.