Here-- in this unreal city
Roams the shadow of mankind.
It passes darkly...here, there,
Leaving silence in its wake.
Dear reader, can you hear anything? nothing?
But the silent--endless noise?
Listen! I can hear the inner, silent, everlasting cries and whispers
Of children who must bear with IT
What curious faces they wear--
Masks in front of lifeless faces-feigned happiness.
A sham! They play the Game until
The Game plays them.
life/death. (Peek a Boo!)
Unreal City-- Death wins often.
But Rejoice
Make your tribute for they were brave.
Carla Scarlett
|| "Come in...I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handfull of dust... Unreal city, under the brown fog of a winter dawn... "||
T.S. Eliot The Wasteland |
What shadow now emerge?
What draft blows? Listen!
I hear frantic praying, souls of immortal misery,
begging. The silent voices for want of relief tears at my soul.
Wives, Mothers beseeching--Husbands and Fathers requesting,
oh ego! And there appears epidermal
scars, bandaged;
Damaged psychs on hold;
madness un/bounded.
Oh Promethean City
Populated with burnt souls--Relieve!
Here--in this Unreal City A shadow of mankind roams.Carla Scarlett
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