In sullen light of the inauspicious day.Now, free, by hazard’s quirk, from the common ill
Knocking our brothers down, we strike a stance
Most mock-heroic, to cloak our waking awe
At this rare rumpus which no man can control:
Meek and proud both fall; stark violence
"Channel Crossing," Sylvia Plath
[Division Street and Damen Avenue]
