Metro


Metro

                                                               

                                                              by Alvin Cipriano on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 12:27pm 



the buttering sun shines in the glass and steel
Metropolis.
A worn out spirit trudges along the hot pavement;
His tattered dress flutters in the air
His chest moves heavely up and down
Brakish sweat pours out on his crinky forehead
Bony fingers grip a rusty sardines can-
tighly like a hawk on its prey.
Few coins tinkle as he walks barefoot
along the insensitive stones.


Gloomy houses lined the street
Its windows staring like hollow eye socket-
deprived of hope of light
Doors like gaping mouth of hungry predator
probably of a  starving Lion.

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