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This poem is by Francis Deider Hostan-Meyer
Address of a streetcar
Desolation of being
Urban humour… laughs frail raindrops onto my face
I cry –
Masked by the rain – I cry
The clock, mocks, my sense of punctuality
What is a minute?
That can destroy a love…
Between a man and a child
Why god? Why wont the factories that shed smog of hatred –
Bitterness why wont they understand god?
I search for the wire thing that pulls on the streetcar wire,
wire wire wire
And it is
I am left staring at an empty sky – the vacant palace of a king I have not yet known…
Boy man child
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