Gypsy Witness

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 B1210J