Once, i wrote a poem
about love;
i can't remember the poem;
forgotten.

Once, i wrote a poem
about man;
i can't remember the poem;
forgotten.

Condemned by the throne
surrounded by concrete
encircled by chrome
alone.

Once, i wrote a poem
About nothing;
i CAN remember the poem;
it is written

On the faces of the people
i had known;
on the walls of stone
enclosing my home.

Once, i wrote a poem
about death;
i can remember the poem;
i can see it

on the streets that i roam;
from my perch
on the dome
of the cathedral of hate.

22/3/1972


Index of Frank's Diaries