Concrete Jungle Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
Concrete Jungle
Hunched over a garbage pail,
A beggar chews scraps of bread.
The city the never sleeps,
Swallows souls that can't eat.
Frigid night, as wind sweeps
Across city's howling streets,
Festive spirit crushed beneath
Soles of the passer-by,
Ignoring pleas from those
Who can no longer fly.
Breathing wool swaddled cacoons,
Begging for warmth, lying upon
Steps of St. Thomas Aquinnas Church,
As if their mere existence
Was poised upon a human curse!
I like it, especially with that bit about your inspiration, I lived there for a while and I see what you saw, city that never sleeps swallows souls that cannot eat 9/10: ]
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4/23/2024 11:16:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This verse has universal appeal...for a moment I thought it could even be New Delhi....it touched my heart and once again made me think if its all about Karma from previous lives or just aroll of dice that decides about our fates. thanks for sharing