The City at Night Poem by Evelyn Scott

The City at Night



Life wriggles in and out
Through the narrow ways
And circuitous passages:
Something monstrous and horrible,
A passion without any master,
Male sexual fluid trickling through the darkness
And setting fire to whatever it touches.

That is the master
Bestowing a casual caress on a slave.
Quiver under it!

Monday, May 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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