The tower

The tower

Steel and glass
tiers of windows
tears of windows
souls longing
for a cooler hell
lives outstretched
on empty promises

Here is a failed pattern
in which despair
This was the once
promised land
but the birthrights
have all been sold
and civic duty
has been watered
down to extinction

You cannot hope
to commodify the kiss
and expect love
to flourish :
from great heights
still the dust settles
the sheaf of dust
that is upon our tongues

Time assailing me
on all sides
past present
and to come
may be found
in the word
but maybe not

John Lyons

(Corrected from an earlier post)

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