Sunday, May 2, 2010

870. DECLENSION 25

DECLENSION 25
Window glass strains the elements:
pictures distorted and we think that's
a bird - some thrush or a sparrow.
Can't see really, can't tell.
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Fire-truck speeds by with that
city-blare so often heard: flames
or carnage or trouble somewhere.
Window glass strains the elements here.
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A bus-load of prisoners seen turning
towards the Tombs: dark green bus,
windows wired before glum, dark
faces within. Time does its time,
yet time never wins.

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