thou shouldst be living at this hour,
the Brooklyn subway or its cabs,
tending wounds, but picking at the scabs
crust our lives and turn our lifeblood sour.
lusty laborers you knew now cower
factories, kitchens, offices, or labs.
furtive hearts behind the concrete slabs
yet find courage in your loving power.
Walt, who reached into all secret places
and celebrated all,
in this air-conditioned shopping mall
buyers mingle masked, their features glossed,
our tender flesh and frightened faces
whisper where our dignity was lost!