City On His Back


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  Nepal's the one
who barefoot bent and weary waits,
who barely moves, but leans he must
against the weight, against the road
Nepal's the one
who at your beck and call
heaves the city on his back,
who swallows sweat, breathes
fumes, whose breath's gone,
who puts off death
by drawing from the end
in days, in pennies gained,
who asks why one man
crouches, and one man
sprawls, why one man
hauls the city on his back,
and another rides
That city rising all around
Nepal's the one
against the wall, whose blood's thin, whose chest caves in,
who being who he is
can't go on
                  Goes on
   

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