I See the Burden

A poem

In the shadows under the high balconies,
the tower-cranes hover side to side.  
Within the shadow of the melancholy,
my suit shares the glow of my cigarette.  

I am carts on a track;
riding the empty eerie yards,
I carry cars without a conductor,
through a singular tract…
a residence of my sentence.

Endless droning the
simple construction of 
the idle domains.
The dull and icy street cars.

Where my eyes draw upon 
the brick buildings, look upon 
the insufferable mass—
where worn old stairs  
loop up and down.

The involuntary implacability.
Cast with the flick of a finger.

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