5. A Divine Image
The city lies in a disquiet slumber
Jolted out of sleep
By shattering gunshots
At a nearby distance.
The morning hangover
Intensifies to a seizure
With tasteless tea and
Petrifying newspapers.
At the mall a little girl
With fluorescent eyes
Grasping mommy's little finger
With a chocolate-cream hand
Is little no more.
And across green fields rushing past
Trains chugging in a
Daily monotonous harmony
Are dissembled in a second by a bored adult child
Seeking thriftless gains.
Life is wondrous
With surprises and starts
Man assuming gigantic proportions
To create, and to destroy.
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