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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