the city has teeth
the city has teeth, and I see them like broken glass,
urban plight and failing inner-city public schools.
taxi horns can wash it out, the prayers against new
malefic meetings in back alleys or downtown bars.
they say that it makes sense, they praise
the gentrified hispanic quarter, rich men wolfish
at tiny taco places, clutching their guts and grinning
down the white man’s acid burden -
this is not a place where people live, the plastic city,
but make-believe their dirty lives a golden atom,
swirling close beside the vortex of the world.
near the very center, where the storm rages hardest.
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