Cabrini Green
Cabrini Green is on the phone and I am afraid to answer it's
call
having seen that prison, oh nuke the suburb? Why...
I want to raze the projects.
I can't know what it is like to grow there
rather stowed like a bit of machine
whose city I sleep in
built for me with their blood
The blood of Cabrini Green
Fenced in, yet open, just past the El it wanders
slumping into the industrial "park"
the desolate lawn devoured by its massiveness
this atrocity of human condition
this perversity of human evolution
it kills me as it kills them like a compost heap
heating up in the middle to burn off the others
as the ambulance pulls up to carry something out
to real shelter
not a huge brick on it's side
I want to go inside
I want to go inside
I want to know what it is like to feed your dog broken glass and feel so
dead inside.
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