On an epoch’s dark side
Where brick shows through
Plaster peeled anointed
In air’s burnt goods

Along trickle alleys
And the exploding city’s
Haphazard planning rendered
Concrete to grow in

Transplant generation
For the sake of them
He found his runnel way
Without the sun

Needed in shuttered rooms
Makeshift shell sheltered
Pulses awaiting relief
At a door’s ringing

Telling he’d completed
One more dog-legged
Wonder gaze threading
Street mercy walk

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