The City Is Too Much Poem by Christoph Praus
The City Is Too Much
What is it worth?
A crumbling pile of brick,
Concrete, wiring up to the edge,
Sharp, sharded glass and people,
Bursting forth with filthy vitality,
And too many drunken roars,
Trying desperately to silence,
Only serves to diminish them;
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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