Chicago Downs
by Omar Azam
When I sit on the train I see
miles and miles of
early morning drab
brown, with eerily symmetrical houses,
of every possible Victorian and brownstone and bungalow
stripe—
but it's all the same
All austere—no hint of the
refreshing asymmetrical symmetry
of greenness
of life—
All is
building
bilding
beeldeung
Gebäude precisely
by Germanic peoples who have believed in
steel and brick progress
till it choked them.
But the men do not feel it.
It is the weak and the sensitive
and the true women
who long for decoration,
and not just florist's flowers
to put on the grave of a once worthy expanse—
But an overhaul
a revolution of primitive geometry—
of igloos and tepees and huts.
To be real again—
to commune with nature
not through ugly empty conquest,
but through synergy and understanding.
volume 13(11)
June 1, 2009
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