Einstein to Al Capone
I feel like a small creature
worm or ant, wasp, cockroach
this feeling is great.
I walk in each corner
Ignored, unattended
no smell like skunks
not raccoon, fight for junk.
With little to live on, satisfied
Conclude: “do not care.”
In trips there are times
I become single mouse
In a deep and thick wall.
Immigrants are in mass
of the world, mix of race
though mostly one gender
mothers, girls; and the gays
Now on tip of each tongue:
“Syrians…”
I leap deep in the time,
the place; history
life and joys, miseries.
I see the achievements
and crimes, criminals.
Einstein, Al Capone,
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