friend poetry

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
there was a time in former years
as it
shadows lay along broadway
noises that strive to tear
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
master of human destinies am i
in and of itself
there is a city, builded by no hand
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i have cast the world
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones