Lucien Stryk Poems

Coming out of the station he expected
To bump into the cripple who had clomped,
Bright pencils trailing, across his dreams
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All right, let them play with it,
Let them feel all hot and righteous,
Permit them the savage joy of
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Of the survivors there was only one
That spoke, but he spoke as if whatever
Life there was hung on his telling all,
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What do they think of
Where they lean
Like ponderous heads, the rocks?—
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