25 July 2017

I turn my ears to the Streets and Avenues of the Midwest
And there groans and keens the rumbling of the Harley,
Whose Cylinders rage direKilling the noise
That spills over every family's windowsill,
Destroying the sleep of the babe and child,
And killing the subsidies given with lavish hand
By state development agency to forge
The Wheels without Wheels
For pale men remembering a pale Past.
 


A contemporary poem based on an excerpt from William Blake's Jerusalem

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