1117. LIKE WATCHING THIRTEEN TURKEYS ON A HILLSIDE OF ONE

LIKE WATCHING THIRTEEN
TURKEYS ON A HILLSIDE
OF ONE
I hadn't been this far along before.
In the distance, the railroad beamed -
old tracks, from 1890, running right along
the river, cut through without regard for
riches and wealth or for those living near.
Famed wealthy industrialists, and Washington
Irving too, just shrugged. Shambling off
from anyplace else they wished. Life was no
wiser for this. Shrubbery and trees tried
concealing these factors from view.
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I walked along the cow-dumped old pasture
where once the mayflies and the mudpies
together reigned. Now nothing to my eyes
could be seen but the distant towers of
some errant city-project-housing gone
so bad as to sicken the stench it made.
Above me, on the walkway and the
'park', fat darkened people screeched
and howled, living the precipice live
as they chose for it to ever be :
for them both happiness
and glee, though not
for me.