Paving View

Elissa Michele Zacher


I stood – surrounded by the
walking dead, hurrying, scurrying,
ashen faces of all tints who
sold their souls to our collective way.

I experienced a deficiency of life
consciousnesses caught in cold complacency
no isolated jaded tempers flicker to life
even the foliage is botched autumn fire.

I experienced an indulgence of life – once
teasing arguments slicing a voile Venice night
raucous Gibraltar monkeys in regal mayhem
inquisitive walnut eyes of Cypriot shop girls

I stand – surrounded by the
walking dead, rushing, scuttling
down the ashen city pavement
in a mad dash to a lackluster nowhere.