Desolated
……….Faced away
From the artificial glare of Hanover
Between stretches of damp battered houses
With their broken ribs of front railings
Cracked walls and high tenements
That rose like left over
Of a bombed area in twilight
Vacant lot’s and weeds
Grown patches
Where houses once stood
Deep doorways
Resembling entrance
To desert castles
With outdated overflowing dustbins
Offering no more sweet smell
But that of decay and disintegration
Staring like hopeless future
But serves as an output
Of petty crime and violence.
SAINT MAXZY
From the artificial glare of Hanover
Between stretches of damp battered houses
With their broken ribs of front railings
Cracked walls and high tenements
That rose like left over
Of a bombed area in twilight
Vacant lot’s and weeds
Grown patches
Where houses once stood
Deep doorways
Resembling entrance
To desert castles
With outdated overflowing dustbins
Offering no more sweet smell
But that of decay and disintegration
Staring like hopeless future
But serves as an output
Of petty crime and violence.
SAINT MAXZY
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