This Island City
Old
facades hide what’s inside
And
broken clocks can’t stop time
Gargoyles frozen in pain
Stuck
to the edge crying to be free
As we pass below in vain
On sidewalks littered with our
contamination
Pavement isolating us from the Earth
Breathing
air fowled by our sacred cows
The
greatest people on Earth?
You
call this paradise?
Sidestep
the homeless
Lying
in their despair
Lying
in our shame
We
choke on our own disgust
A
many headed fire-breathing dragon
Of
our own creation
Images
etched in the moment
A
dynamic continuity
A
gestalt entity
Crowds
hustling to their destination
To
make their contribution
To
make their mark
To
add their spark to the inferno
And
I too am engulfed
It’s
hard to avoid the rising tide of apathy
To become cynical
To
lose compassion in the face of entropy
This
city of society
To
go about my business as usual
As
if the flaws don’t draw flies
And writing this herd of words
Doesn’t let me off the hook
Sometimes I feel like the gargoyles look
ã
2000
Gary Scott Selness
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Ghost of Time CD
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