By John Reed Sunlight floods the shiny many-windowed place, Coldly glinting on flawless steel under glass, And blaring imperially on the spattered gules Where kneeling men grunt as they swab the floor.
By John Reed Sunlight floods the shiny many-windowed place, Coldly glinting on flawless steel under glass, And blaring imperially on the spattered gules Where kneeling men grunt as they swab the floor.