High brow

We were actually trying to be high brow
But we were plain-simple crass in action,
We reached we wanted to get away from.
We have pain raising brows high enough.
Language fails to lift us from vernacular.

We belonged to the universal din of men
Over indistinct stock exchange buildings
Of fishermen hanging fish by beach suns.
We belonged to a silent moan of women
Drowned by the voices of the vulgar tribe.

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