Pulverized Pavement...
Beneath the crush of shoes
The endless hoards
Trudging forward
Into the disquieting dawn.

Marching to war
With briefcases drawn
Armaments fashioned
To repel the mass excess
Of past and future use

Today is the silent revelation
Work without meaning
Touch without a feel
The enormity of life
Struck down
In pursuit
Of the dollar bill

And in the dream
I dreamt last night
I saw stars falling from the sky
The heavens teemed with unseen beings
As I felt the crush of shoes
Coming down upon my head...