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My City

December 19, 2009
By DanaJae SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
DanaJae SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
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But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.

If I cannot leave this body
I will walk beyond this slate-city
Until my feet are worn and brown
And the mottled earth will be numb beneath me
And the city behind me will rise
The concrete giants that loom
And frame each square, dirty window
See the family
And the T.V. bleating with canned laughter
If I cannot leave this body
I will turn away from
The glow that peaks through each square
In that flat and pulsing twinkle of the skyline
And instead turn my heavy eyes to the
Line of light that lies
Waiting, wavering
On the horizon.

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