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Seen from the window
the black streets of terror'
and expectation
are lIttered with the carcasses
of dead automobiles
and the blood-rusted chasis
of a crumpled girl
who died,
hoarse voiced whispering,
as the twenty-third rapist
made his final, seminal statement
before the end of the play.

D. W. Schank

DepresSion

Don't suffocate me
Don't kill me slow:
Suppressing me
'Til I wilt away.
The world closes In,
Routine and ruts, day by day;
I hurt to break away

!hurt to break away. • •

Frank Lafalce