Seen the stooped
Burdenweary shoulder
Knifed with thought
Waitin' the 42
Ellison your agonies doubled in our gutters
And equal numbers
Of angels whisper the street's calming bus times
To the unslinging of bags off shoulder
Under the system
That is the bench too
And the bags
And the transit from burden bleary day
Knifed with thought
Ellison you fool
We are all writers and martyrs
Fighting the blackness with inkpens
But thank you for the kindness
Our feet exemplefy the freedom
The whistling masses
Are crowded with