St. Michel Blvd
inclines gently ’midst a gurgling Babel
Bateaux Mouches and quays
thronging a beleagured Seine.
you town-proud boulevard, tattooed with gum,
Marlboros; the odd
child’s shoe
uncherished now-scuffed sentinel abasing palatial façades.
Terraced boutiques ‘neath awnings sneer
at the indigent
hawking Sans-Logis.
Starched waiters bear thoughtless witness
To imperceptible disgust
dwelling in a twitching grimace
as tourists begrudge a sous ‘cross a proffered palm
- the Roma, sans-papiers and citizens
alike; equality here
mired in
a t o m i s e d iniquity.
half an hour from the Elysian fields:
a man with no arms
others with children-
beneath their furrowed brow
perhaps you’ll see your brother
catch your eye?
as I have seen
flaunted day
by day
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