It’s Not Buildings But People Who Have Become Walls
May 8, 2021Murmurings
They are backed up!
The Fools!
Back to back in lines
With forward facing side-wound eyes
(the snakes!)
Facing away
Taking sides
Facing away,
Towards the inevitable
Distinct, dull, decibels of time
With that thick, heavy
Pall Mall of coarse rope
Swinging in the air with time;
Hang it boy!
Keep it Ringing!
Hold it steady,
Keep it true
Gathered here are all those before us
Hand in hand,
Far apart
Solemnly stood
Until the Church
Re-opens
They all walk here and there
To and fro
Shadowy Walls of people
Their thin, translucent skin
Made Simple
By their extended passages of time
Lo! Behold!
Looks upon the faces where fascinated strangers sit
With blank searching high-browed eyes
In the bleachers, the dug-outs, the celebrity boxes
Full cheeked with sandwiches, caviar, bubbles
But
With one eye
Cast behind them
Over silken shoulders
Towards the vast gruel of life
Hang it girl!
Hold it steady!
Past the slip roads
And the red light rooms
Please
Hold it steady
Under the passage of the night
Until
Finally
You are awakened by the abandoned
Promises of tomorrow