the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
dawn into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems


on earth a candle is
extinguished the city
wakes with a song upon her
mouth having death in her eyes


and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to murder dreams….


i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy


and it is day,


in the mirror
i see a frail
man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror


and it
is dusk on earth


a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city


sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend,
putting on stars….


in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems