Serrano Towers at night

Under the tower

In need of. Shower

Long day saying Mass

Now surrounded. Shards of glass.

Collar undone, black pants grey.

A priest off duty. (Off the rails.)

Former entrance, now bypassed.

The tower’s faded glory lasts.

Flags hang limp, limp creatures there

And tourists climb the outer stair

Its free on Sunday, don’t you know

Last night’s kebabs still strewn below.

For night time revellers Рa  spot to play

The tower speaks in shades of grey.

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