Reflections on a "City of Night"

Lights, promises,lewd suggestive nuances,

Screaming in neon Haze,

Forgotten loves , forgotten scores,

The tricks, the makes, the bitches,

the whores.

We made it thus,

we mark ourselves with,

branded crosses only we,

can bear, or want to.

We must bring the light,

to this city, we must,

torch the night, we brought,

from our souls, alight bright.

For we brought the night,

the endless dark to this place,

and we, only we, can purge,

this ugly city of night.

© 1976 Carl Erickson