Look You Poor City

10-19-12 Look you poor city! At the depravity at hand Lacking the lover of creation But fill’d in menacing, smoggy tears Gutters of murkiness swell thy tongue Conceiv’d only by the generation Virus spread—leaving dead All hope of resurrection Look at thy doom! And smell thy rancid fumes Constru’d in rapid sensitivity All consciousness glu’d I ache to find a street That groweth life—and hope of it Ache no more as one But change in unison!