Cityscape # 3,

 

Part 1, "concrete pastoral"

Bright Billboard carriage
On rusting wheels groans
To cold, gray, anonymous skies;
Somewhere gunshots punctuate the air
And waking, a little child cries.

Part 2, "tantum ergo".

Tangentially juxtapose,
Life's ways wend;
And for each beginning,
There must be an end -
Like cordwood we are piled,
Our lives so stacked
One upon the other do lie;
Still, perhaps today
Is not a good day to die.