We Built This City

April 26, 2015 | Posted by Peter Jakobsen | PETER'S WRITING, Poetry | 0 Comments |

(photo by Aaron Escobar)

We want the good or bad of things we made,
Words to paint our favorite universal truth,
Only the essence indivisible,
Remember we want the world they built —
Not some old B-side no one ever played,
Not some jungle ruled by claw and tooth,
Some character with adverse traits invisible,
Shadow lands of innocence, not guilt.

Where office blocks are lightships —
A moth will find them sweet,
So many rooms to greet the dawn of darkness.
K doffs his hat to another man
As along the pavement they slink;
One will say how he misses the country
Where roast beef was eaten on chilly afternoons,
Here, sweetbreads are tossed on the ground at our feet,
A scream casts a shadow and the big seagulls eat.

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