Walking home—through an
ambivalent city,
all—glum glass and tall
dark loud iron;
ambivalent city,
all—glum glass and tall
dark loud iron;
you smoke.
as a lion in the
darkness might,
he first
roared—and then
brooded so hard
upon the cloud
of condensation
he'd created.
And you feel—somehow
proud to be small,
and not at all
unlike
God Almighty—when,
proud to be small,
and not at all
unlike
God Almighty—when,
as a lion in the
darkness might,
he first
roared—and then
brooded so hard
upon the cloud
of condensation
he'd created.