Intimation at dawn

by Tarek Hassan
Sunday, August 17, 2003

moments of illumination on a Paris electric train at dawn

(for Henry Miller)

perceiving generations that came before and will come after
Generations bent on survival before all things
slipped down the drain without a trace

Dawn is upon me as I travel the empty train

the people who were

wither in the drain

it is the smell of Paris dawn

on the train


sell their erections by the pound
for fur coated mammals on rubber wheels
for gold-plated anthropoids
on guarded vaults

let there be light said the Lord
let them wither or be slain

it is the smell of Paris dawn

on the long long train

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