Resplendence: Beautiful Radiant Beauty….
by Adam Kane
it goes without saying
that we all die
without the glories
of Monuments
like torn shirts, worn heels
and broken chairs.
ours is a loss
untold in the Daily Newspapers
of big city nights.
our walls fall
silent with the passing
of midnight
buses choke up our
steep passes
taxi cabs faulter
with the weight
of our Saturday night drunks.
Our Wednesdays
call with dusted park benches
and window coffins
of blue sky lumber
and sings with
the hollow joy of
our Tuesdays, our Mondays
our religous comedies
of no humour-
and our magnetic sorrow
is again forgot
and always
forgotten.