LAMENTATIONS 

by David Eide 

The poor and the scientist run though the compactness of the city. Street people hobble from parks and begin to look for blankets. Students walk preoccupied though the tree shade. There is always a personality that is hidden and fighting against the pressures of the day. Women run free and whoop like rebel soldiers at a rout. Apprehension animates the flow of life through the delights and horns of the city.

He will know it until it sickens him .

He will know it until the buildings cut open his heart and drip their history through his veins.

He will know it until the people turn gray and ironical.

He will know it until wonderful actors have left to parts unknown.

He will know it until it reverts back to some mythic image of itself.

The compactness of the city abrupt into a slender tree that hides marvelous. secret life. Would that life flow from one and to the other without sound , without a plea for forgiveness , without some angry shout hanging from the despair of a poor man.



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