Why My World Poem by James McLain

Tonight from all the other ones.
Life which sleep it loves.
Closer at my door shots in the distance.
Shadows to left and right wrong hand.
Either and the other one pierced full.
Above all-mentioned empty of all things.
Pipes blowing smoke ring in all directions.
Independently,
it comes not as you know the entire world
why my world must shares your damage?
Fortnights traded several naught but one,
and between the hedges that were green.
How many ranks and rows of all the years?