All these faces of the crowd...
'All these faces of the crowd
Fallen leaves, spectacles,
And my two more busying eyes
Heavy trained on the streets
Sat by the window
Concerned on my youth, gone forever!'
All Was Made To Be Loved (Despite What You Think)
'Others have saint and gods
and precious dangling things,
they kiss and hang upon bed posts
to keep them from loneliness.
I bury my secrets of you under the bed
with the lost hair clips and bracelets
I never told you I found.'
Five Million People...
'Five million people
Propelled by beliefs
That can't all be right.'
Of Mules And Men
'I stepped hard amongst
The men who came
Crawling back with nothing except you
on their mouths,
My foot upon their face
A hand upon my heart
The other upon my knees,
Squeezing out life
Which is nothing-
And remains nothing..'
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