These men,
in their felt, doe colored hats
in the sepia pictures
do you envision the imminent collapse -
Do look back on the past,
but the Past of their grandfather, their father.
They peer from those murky depths
seeing the mediocrity of their future.
The businessman,
traveling in cars, by train,
a plane now " throughout the country
as fast as lightning,
They have forgotten the dream.
It has disappeared like a scent,
their wives mothers daughters sisters perfume
All lost to their noses.
The men in the picture peer from the sea
of themselves
the generation they have created
and stare silently on word,
Hoping "