Black Garden (2673 Dundee Pl.)

In this black garden

Of this carrion light,

There is a suspension

Of motion and stillness

That hollows the night.In this black garden

Of heartbreak and wonder,

The banks are all ablaze,

Self-satisfied

As they plunder.I am alone on this hill;

These vistas are certain.

I may be frightened by the sounds

Of history crying as it drowns,

But I will pull back the curtain.In this black garden

I once called the selfish city,

I try to calculate the anguish

And the anger and all the aspirations

Of the millions who have lived here

And will live in desperation,

Who are careful and are careless -

Whom I have cheated -

Who thought the swindle that I offered

Was a salve...