LARGE MAY CONTAIN
The ways of this Mankind are
leading me nowhere at all. Like
Billy the Kid, I gun-wax floors with
the strength of others' passions.
Standing in place, everything
else goes moving : I declaim
nothing; I am Abel and I am
Cain. One hundred years ago,
perhaps, if I stayed here I'd
be watching the streetcars
passing, or the elevated trains
running above my head. Shadow
and light; then shadow and light
again. Nothing's really changed,
and it's not that different now.