Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

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!

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Justin Bordner October 21, 2012 at 11:38 PM This poem reminds me that we must be responsible for making life work for us, for our designs - J.A.B. %

Elizabeth Wesley October 21, 2012 at 7:54 PM I agree Laura, cities seem to have become cess pools and I'm so glad to not be in one. I wonder if it is too late to change to the better, it seems change is what has caused the problem. This is full of emotional feeling.