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.