Another View Of Banhofstrasse Poem by Neil Crawford

Who owns these mocking eyes, the stars themselves? ,
the passers by? .


The milling throng of Zurich streets whose furtive looks
incite retreat? .


The 'high hearted youth' has long since gone,
plus the light that it once shone.


And what are these signs of which you write
that pushed their way through tarmac night? .


No star is evil, it knows no pain, it trysts with both
insane and sane.


The 'wisdom' of 'old hearts' still awaits
for the humble, the tame and the so called great.