City Streets

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One day at a time, for two friends !

City Streets

Can you see cried the blind man

No sound arose from the other,

Glass had shattered, crumpling of a tin can

Skin torn as if severed; can without no lid.


The blind man sees with his ears & hands

The surroundings of the city darkened street-

Scarlet colored blood trickling upon the oily land

Left arm on a trash can, in the gutter extended his feet.


The smell of rubbish is about the air

Two men on an unlit street were crouched-

One dead, decaying tissue, no one will care

Except the blind man with his cane an pouch.


Life goes on in this jungle city

No one was arrested, no murder committed-

God save and bless his body off the jetty

His heart had burst, like a plum, pitted.


    1977   chris jan

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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