ALL UP AND DOWN THE AVENUES
THE PEOPLE ARE IN PAIN;
THEY SLEEP IN PAIN, THEY AWAKEN
IN PAIN;
THE BRIDGES,
THE FLOWERS ARE IN PAIN
AND THERE IS NOTHING
GOING TO
RELEASE IT,
RELEASE US;
PAIN SITS, PAIN FLOATS, PAIN
PAIN IS
THE MUSIC IS BAD
AND THE LOVE
AND THE SCRIPT
IN THIS PLACE NOW
AS I TYPE THIS
OR AS YOU READ THIS
IN YOUR PLACE NOW.