I, by Max Hayward and George Reavey On the pavement /
of my trampled soul /
the steps of madmen /
weave the prints of rude crude words. /
Where cities /
hang /
and in the noo...
I, by Maria Enzensberger Upon the cobbles /
of my foot-clobbered soul, /
the steps of loonies /
twine their grinding rhymes. /
Where the towns /
are hung /
and in ...