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Akinnie
Guest
New York City -1935 by Gregory Corso
I was 5 years old
It was New York December
Horses pulling wagons
On ice pavements
As always the obvious horror.
A truck-crash-boom
The horse-blood
sopping in the snow
making red ice
I cried
My wet eyes seeing a silent
twitching horse
And it's driver
heaad bowed
walking slowly
like the sad Italian peasant
he was-
I was 5 years old
It was New York December
Horses pulling wagons
On ice pavements
As always the obvious horror.
A truck-crash-boom
The horse-blood
sopping in the snow
making red ice
I cried
My wet eyes seeing a silent
twitching horse
And it's driver
heaad bowed
walking slowly
like the sad Italian peasant
he was-