by Luis G. Dato

He reels in night, the empty street re-echoes
Tired steps that seek a door in vain,
He staggers to one side, then to the other,
And o’er his coatless back falls rain.

The light has parted from the eyes unseeing,
The glory vanished from the brow,
The heart beats fast, but it responds no longer
To higher, immortal dreaming now.

He is not drunk, he reels and wavers only,
Beneath the burden of ill-fame,
And, down the night, in dumb and aimless error,
He reels with cigarette and shame.

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