Moloch The Watchman

I am in the middle
Of a room
Laughing with idiots
Fondly feeling a breeze
Rope of words
Slowly slithers down your throat
Hangs you
By dawn, in midnight
Red faced smile sours blue
Oh thee downtrodden shall rise again
Mad wind of confederacy blowing
Making love in empty fields
City, strange city
Hoping not to find my soul
In the rundown grocery
Next to the Laundromat
Moloch eyes me like a sleeping watchman
Listening to me sigh
Listening to me sigh

Sid Yiddish (AKA Charles Bernstein)