IN THIS CITY



In this city,
Where bricks and glass
Poke their fingers
Into the eyes of the sun,
One roams-
Dog with no kennel.

In this city,
Where bins beg,
Seeking to be emptied
Of fleshy bones, scorned,
A stomach groans-
Embracing naked ribs.

In this city,
Where men chew His name
Like tough cud
And whisper prayers,
A beggars' sheep is slaughtered-
To serve the bloated king.

In this city,
The sons of men- I, You, Us-
Have made a climbing ladder
Of heads and shoulders
And from their sweats
Brewed wine.

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