this feeling
i can't articulate it precisely
but in my bones
I know it

when I draw together all my experience
all I have seen in this dirty city
all my decades
all the law
it tells me -

the road is long,
the journey will be hard,
and the destination a barren place
full of fear and reprisal.

we won't all make it
some good ones will fall
some bad ones won't
God doesn't write morality plays
(he has someone to do that for him)[1]
And yet it draws me on
something impels me
it is sales actually

  1. can you have footnotes in a poem?