Classic Poem

CONSIDERS IT ON STATE STREET, CHICAGO, ILL .

Take it from me,
?When the cops are gone and the long barrels of the Remingtons are only a long smear of rust,
?When the guns of France and the arrows of Rome
??Are part of the red mud,
?When the chilled steel rots,
?The lovers will rise … from the dusk … in the new grass.
Take it from me,
?When New York is corn for the huskers, and Pekin and Hamburg are mixed with the dust of Daunia,
?When the gray wolf prowls in the jungle that used to be Main Street,
?The lovers will sing … in the dusk … in the new grass.
Believe me or not, Danny,
?Iron won't help and the sword will be softer than virtue.
?You'll know, some day, I said a mouthful,
?When a young star winks at you through a cobweb
?And the ghosts of the past are put out of business.
?When the old moon stands still and the earth is rammed into silence,
Take it from me,
?The lovers will laugh … in the dusk … in the new grass. . . .