My third book, Shadow and Memory is almost ready to self-publish. One of the poems in it is entitled “Cityscapes.” It is a four-part poem that records my impressions of a city our family visited last fall.

Urban areas always make me think of Yeats’s poem “The Second Coming.” One of the lines says, “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.” The poem suggests this feeling of falling apart is because we are spiritually adrift, lost. This is how I always feel in cities—as if the unraveling of humanity is happening all around me. “Cityscapes” is essentially a set of scenes that express this feeling.

Below is part one of “Cityscapes.” If you like it, I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Shadow and Memory when it comes out in the next few weeks!



Driving through the city,
the frayed edges
of our social fabric 
dangle everywhere:

a woman who’s a bramble 
of raspberry split ends
staggers behind a wire cart

a stringy looking guy
swiping at the air under a bridge
unravels into sentence fragments

people using cardboard signs
to pan for gold heartstrings 
hang around intersections

sidewalks evaporate garbage
wheels shred retread
and the whole scene starts to revolve

until the streets slither overhead
and skyscrapers are steel tatters
hanging in a starry void

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at and In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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