I am Slain

I am slain! O! I am slain!

On eves I am slain by the rumbles and chains.

The presence of others, the noisy streets.

I am slain by the dirt and stains.

The thick muffled air, the bottle of arsenic.

Slain by this city so marvellously scenic.

All I devour, none I desire.

A dog’s bark alerts a cat very tired.

Let the waves come! Let me drown!

I cannot ask for this pitiful crown.

A song of the Buddha, a fairground’s maple.

Too much for my frail skeletal heart.

The world of mirrors and the world of dreams,

waking from the senses is a most skilful art.

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