The Big City

Dead City (City on the Blue River), Egon Schiele

Close to the legs of the enormous iron tower
my eyes look into the extinguishing fire of life
small boy small self
listen to the musicless odorless painless wind
the fading harmony
and finally the moon like
cyclops eye crying
for everything that is no longer the same
no longer Europe
almost dead

like ashes of an impressionist painting