Thursday, February 1, 1990

An Old Gray Building

Angular, narrow.

Overlooking the river.
Laughing at its diseased residents.

Greedy and ruthless towards
Aliens whose hopes have yearned for reinstatement.

Busily under construction.
Its dwellers living
Damaged in its fortress of
Isolation and loneliness.
No days in their pasture are green.

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