"Epitomes" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Dispirited
deadening
minions within
collective muteness
watching faithful decay
away. Conjoining faithless
forsaken masses, vociferously
voiced, lonely, alienating, bewailing
dispossessed, useless, aimless, knotted
flesh rotting; these faded solitary souls
heard through every night's silence
amidst those nothing special
personifications sharing
space devouring every last
sound, beings lost there where
something, becomes never again.
Between them, ever imperious most
reticently hanging dreams clenching violent
delusions summoning profound loneliness
stand crowds listening; while crying
hearts bemoan stary night skies
quietly sharing crosstown
traffic's clangored epitomes.