On the West Side
Strewn between jagged
brick outcroppings—those riparian adornments:
Kraft Foods, Nestle Purina,
Nichol’s Aluminum—are the houses of the evicted.
We are on pace to gut them
all
Amidst the on-looking of motley
congregations of the deprived and their gawky children.
We build a hill of scrap
metal on the lawn.
The next morning it is a
piecemeal pile,
Like an unsecured garbage
bin
After the plundering of
starving raccoons.
