When the door of the next truck is open
it reads toward the cab
—Z E N T A B L E S, the black dog
leaps on the man in pure
friendliness—he only wants to leave. .
8 seats to a table
except one side of one table, only 3
the cigarette machine sits
makes its change
6 tables then
seating 47 deathsheads, the luncheon hour . Packed , a man
with a 100 lb. sack of cement walks past . The Modern World e-
merges
/
124 Warren Street, sayeth the truckside
—Z E N T A B L E S—
The truck door closes
Driver climbs in : ,
The truck departs .
The hot cat
heads toward the door tail up, the black dog barks, the first of the
7 white dogs I .
meet on this mountain
greets me
‘mid a rain of pebbles & dirt .
“—and the an-gels sing,
& leave
their singing
ringing in
ears .”
[1963/1965]
Copyright ©: Paul Blackburn
End of the poem
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