the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
dawn
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems
 
on earth a candle is
extinguished     the city
wakes
with a song upon her
mouth having death in her eyes
 
and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to murder dreams….
 
i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy
 
and it is day,
 
in the mirror
i see a frail
man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror
 
and it
is dusk    on earth
 
a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city
 
sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend,
putting on stars….
 
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

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