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In a Tavern Garden near Prague..........................Ethan Scott

Ethan Scott

In a Tavern Garden near Prague

He had amassed broken scraps and limbs Against the near wall. Heavy parts too old to work - for Him: evidence of the life of gathered dead - the almost complete Relief for the crippled foundation. He shifts his stance, Puts his weight to battered machinery He cannot lift himself.

It doesn’t matter that he went so far once As to call it his own, nothing could Bring this abandoned place back to life, he could do Less and less himself. He clears jammed machines Throws unassembled parts in the river. Of course he remembers

Nothing was ever made newer for this. For him The spring is heavy, lifting From the heavy ground, boughs Still amidst explosions. And life Is fuming now, trees that hissed Undead out in the exhausted city.

Sometimes he notices how pollinated The earth has become beneath him, and not minding The stain on his worn clothes- the traffic Forgotten - pushes aside the litter, and drops His heavy body in the grass. He is feeling now almost Ready to tear off those old clothes, a few more excess Pounds to shed and he will have been long overdue.

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