i want to stand at the end of all drama
as he God knows
i don't want to make war even with myself
and i don't want to sound bells for what isn't true
walking on city streets is just like being in a small
town and the city will not save you
i see pleasant people walking all
about
and no place can save you
from the hell six inches away
of people who spend all their days
half dead
half working
and unhelpful
and on the way home last night
i was startled from a nap
with a crook in my neck,
by th crudest screaming people
but i was too tired to get up and walk away
and i drifted in and out and today
i know
part of punishment of hell
is not being able to leave
and the joy of heaven comes in walking