(no subject)
trying to save
the dying with inoculation~
walked
toward the pier listening
with one
ear on an obstructed figure
the back's of human figures crowded around
a sound
just woman voice (not completely a woman
for she had no form-)
a siren for her cause
chased an ambulance or lack thereof
and disappeared with an applause
the sound of reform cowered by the distance
stepped soul first. heart in a hearse
i harbored the idea she'd ride her horse
voice
from bullhorn to bellow
her eyes frayed like a flag
or a windblown rainbow
and she'd fall from exhaust.
from cause to cost
and the enamored wouldn't let
her touch the ground
sympathetic.
they'd handle her body like a bible
(and pick it apart word for word)
up and down flights of statistics
in a building as dark as a city gets
that never
forgets who you were when you were there
she may wake her cause forgot,
or fitter or tired and small if
she
wakes up at all.
but her's is not the cause
that called the crawl of my pace
no.
nor the sunset giving blood to the hudson
no.
nor the reflective pride of a jagged skyline
no.
nor the cure
for a disease that i could avoid
if i please.