Anonymous Passersby
rock hard ribbons string
cracking cobbled roads
hoards harmonize
with hidden steel chains
fractured silver mirrors reflect
an absentminded people
and ambivalence marches through
cloaked the anonymous labor
along grey stone city streets
cross crumbling avenues
broken beleaguered faces
the blind fail to grasp
the revolving refugee
plodding shadows darken
evaporate as mist
vanishing in the night
the rage inside is self-contained
as throngs of travelers pass
vistas without a view
silent veiled silhouettes
shadows without voice
deny the passerby
wanders now gypsies
hobble home again
to return
from where they come, amen
February 20, 2020
B1210H
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