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2-1-07

View from the Train

Children play in concrete jungles
while their mother's look out from
tenement buildings, lined up
in perfect unity.

An old Victorian weeps for grandeur
as paint chips add to the rubble
collected in her vicinity.

Abandoned buildings cry as
the decay falls and gives way to
high rises with a lake view
where attitude is measured by altitude.

Tree lined streets with precisely
manicured lawns live in constant
fear of the unyielding presence of
violence seen through the front window.

Highways merge as they loop around
the endless miles of rail which
disappear like outcasts, funneled
into the sub-terrain.

These are the many faces I see
transpiring in the shadow
of the world's tallest.