Hammersmith never knew what hit it.
They came from the Northern lands,
armed with gauze and shadowplay and
projection (both front and back).
They came armed with brass and strings
and clavichord and flute and a multitude of glockenspiels.
They came armed with all things hopelandish.
This carbunkle corner of guttersnipe urban tangle
is engulfed, all too briefly,
by the sound of the slow-moving tundra.
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