O’ city majestic as man’s elusive dreams. Walls towering of concrete, and glass. Streets, and subways carry life’s blood. borders reach beyond range of eye.
Spawned of man’s labors you stand defiant of time. as light reflects from your walls. in this moment of glory, your creation is man’s finest hour.
Of late you have aged. now walls crumble upon the streets. air thick of smog and waters run foil lack of man’s labors has spawned a destruction that only the gods can surpass— Albert L Swope
|Publication Form||Publication Name||Publisher||Year|
|Hardback Book||PEGASUS||National Poetry Press||1978|