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August 2, 2004 - A poem about Humanity


They see the devil riding
Dead ivy that clings
An inkblot weathered,
In climb over cold stone.

Insidious in ascent - like
Musty damp on the rise above
The otherworld, where urban wands
Spew roots to dusty tenement clinch.

Look upon the spoilt concrete vanity
Flourishing in this city of hasty rise
Watch impatient fall, and wonder.
What do you see?


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