montreal june 11/ 82 (four days into israeli war in lebanon)

the grey cement
of a sombre montreal

lazy repetitiveness
of the nothingness
fear of economic displacement
gathers like a polluted
Industrial fog
the choking nausea
taken for granted
in the sticky
mystifying mist
without the sex starved children
in their twenties thirties wet lipped
sitting at their cafes
the death agony would
be more visible
without sport and wars on t.v.
the boredom would kill