After
the elevated was torn down, its massive shadow
Remained;
the thrifty scrap dealers who hauled away
The
girders and tracks and the rumbling echoes lingering
From
long-gone trains had no use for them nor wish to find
The
markets where ancient shadows were sold
Children
used to pop slivers in their mouths and suck
Until
their eyes and hair changed color. Some of them
Could
ever afterwards curse in the languages of mice
Or
understand the terrible dreams of city sparrows.
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