The Man Child

The Man Childin the village nearby, the church bells tolled reassuringly, but over their home loomed a foreboding cloud of disasterThe City is Like An Experienced Whore, night comes and goes in her, she is indifferent to his approach and is left unchanged at his departure--but for the countryside, it is a different matter. There night watches his opportunity, bides his time, is patient with the silly, upbraiding sun. He knows that she must go, even though her farewells at the western threshold a...