Ruth Walters


Infestations - Poem by Ruth Walters

I Googled New York yesterday
on Google maps, I have to say
and took the little yellow man
to walk upon the street and play.

I walked along the streets as him,
I saw the yellow taxi cabs,
I saw the shops and people there
and suddenly I felt quite scared,

for in among the thronging crowd
no animals did scamp around
as all the people hurried by
a world infested by mankind.

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Topic(s) of this poem: observation


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  • (9/16/2012 9:01:00 AM)


    Perhaps the world of monoculture is a loneliest place. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 27, 2014


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