Fat trains go down loud tracks
Past houses, which are like coffins.
On the corners wheelbarrows with bananas squat.
Just a bit of shit makes a tough kid happy.
The human beasts glide along, completely lost
As though on a street, miserably gray and shrill.
Workers stream from dilapidated gates.
A weary person moves quietly in a round tower.
A hearse crawls along the street, two steeds out front,
Soft as a worm and weak.
And over all lies an old rag -
The sky... pagan and meaningless.
The Trip To The Mental Hospital
Alfred Lichtenstein
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Poem topics: happy, lost, sky, human, weak, tower, person, soft, stream, street, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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