God wept the seas we walk around <br />lands of continent man divide the charity <br />the sea’s covers spread over naked kingdoms <br />like condoms stretched over revived seed <br />through shoots of enzymes <br />moonlight and leisure mate and fall asleep <br />with the noise of the family games still roiling <br />like trunks full of attic toys looking for love.<br /><br />Lee B. Mack<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cityscapes-improvisation-10-04-2004/
