one everyone sees
banking, high towers,
asphalt rivers flooded with cars
contractors, stockbrokers
car salesmen, dentists
architects, soldiers, cops
soldiers, cops
soldiers and more cops
and poor folk all in a row
probably there is a heart here
and some would say a mind
there are poets who find romance here
others who find courage and will
but I see the shadows and ghosts
another city the new builders
thought they destroyed
a white mud brick house
two walls standing and half a roof
a blue mud brick house
where half a piano lies
in half a room
and monkeys stare at humans
who invade their world
a stone tower stands
what is left from a castle
some family built
expecting the new world
to be kinder to them than the old
at the foot of the tower
someone plays a guitar so passionately
the woman in the top of the tower undresses
even though she should be
getting ready for dinner
her daughter in a bedroom
behind a wall we can no longer see
tears petals from flowers and drops them
to swirl around the guitar player
ten miles to the south
come the trucks and the crane
who think to end this foolishness forever
but are instead eternally trapped
in the amber the church bells make of time
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