The vision that came to me of things to come Milwaukee Wisconsin Avenue no place to run I see the reconstruction of hotel lobbies into rooms The builders were convicted of felonies on parole I was walking through what was once a hotel lobby Only to be now transformed into a housing structure Through a crowd of convicts, I push my way upfront Some look at me with faces of brutality and anger Their plight captured my very soul as I brushed pass In the background, I heard one ask who is this man Yet another reply telling my name as if I was acclaim From the madhouse, and into the lobby they came The elevators had been torn down only steps remain I saw the destruction of vacant rooms to be reclaimed I was outside the building on streets of crowded people Huddling themselves like cattle waiting to be called Someone with a blowhorn was shepherding the crowd As the procession walks towards the fall I quickly stall Wondering what is going on as they walk out the hall In the commotion, I heard a distribution acclamation Rooms were assigned to chosen individuals of distension Away from the crowd, I recollect that I lived in seclusion In the street of Wisconsin Avenue moving up to 12th street People of all races and colors hauled for what was to become The degradation of a once prosperous city on the lake Into the Mist poem vol 9 Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet / for Raw Energy Timeless poetry series