A City in Chains
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A City in Chains
Hanging in the sky like some burnished idol,
The sun wears its brilliant winter raiment.
A burning moon to pale the day.
The sky, like a bride, is white and pure blue.
There is magic in the air today.
Magic stirring in the deep, dark dreams
Of a city in chains.
Shrouded, encapsulated, wound up in a frozen strait jacket.
I hear the city scream as smoking wheels claw against the ice.
A row of nearly silent prisoners, locked into their daily routines, passes by.
The chains slap the dormant earth, keeping relentless time in the stinging, terrible cold.
There are mountains of snow, taller than a man,
Tall enough to crush his entire sedan if some giant hand were to reach down from heaven and push it aside.
People are scared, people are freezing.
Some people are falling, starving, desperate for just one more day to be done.
But in this interminable winter of the heart, they are far likely to be done before this misery has ended.
A terrible tally reaches into the scores cataloging winter's harvest. The very best of us fall beneath the icy sickle of mortality illuminated in dazzling detail. Like some angel of death resurrected from his forgotten tomb, the storm reaches across the bitter ages to remind us all of just how real suffering can be.
Like a wailing infant discarded by the side of the road, the city finds itself left behind by the promise of the new year and plunged into the terrible snowdrift of past crimes no longer possible to hide.
No longer pregnant with misery, the long night gives birth and immediately, death makes its claim on the new world.
Somewhere beneath the weight of a world gone wrong, you can almost hear the heartbeat of this city in chains.
Brotherhood falls asunder at the touch of fire!
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not coloured like his own, and having power
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
~William Cowper
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not coloured like his own, and having power
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
~William Cowper