Aunt Vie's Neighborhood
This is the Bronx, Walton Avenue, Aunt Vie
Lived here once. A kind, and sweet, old lady
Full of gospel; now in the sweet by and by.
O praise the Lord, she was so long ready,
No one heard her groaned. She only said
Things have gotten real bad, real bad here
In this city: one of them took drugs and bled
Till his skin turned white and *****.
Another was arrested for flashing people
Coming off the train. And still one more
Stood naked on a pointed church steeple
While the crowd for his ascension implored.
O he came down limp and feeble, stuck
To cement's muck where he fell. Aunt Vie said
Son, I'll be so happy when I am dead. Luck
And grace have left my people wrath instead.
This is Walton Avenue, careful how you tread.
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