From "The City has a Current"

In a dream
I saw an organ system form
in my city
whipped along
by its own clashing stream.
It had a lung
filled with stale [unclear: flirt] air
into which the person [unclear: milts].
and pulsing arteries
as rattling [unclear: convegor hilts]—
with their [unclear: rxcaptd corpuscles]
clanging doura the [unclear: strut] as trams
in [unclear: sustlcss mechanical bustle]—
and a brain to [unclear: ser]
in the [unclear: sullen sterli still]
of a slowly ticking library . . .
instead of a heart
chronicles of crumbling stone—
built once by seeing hands—
with their [unclear: mildewed blindness]
as a [unclear: blunt mil opitome.]

—H. Ralph Unger.