III—The Valiant

The city is tired
and the people are watching
                            tired
of watching the city’s
collision
          bend sinister,

with the same sorrow
and the same song
and the same
             sometimes.

We, the city,
              harrowed,
the valiant
            hence.

Kookaburras
            watch
and
    laugh
and
    wonder
why nothing
            happens.

Why time is laconic;
                     abrupt.


Performance note: Wear “who the fuck is tremont?” shirt if reading.

This needs to go somewhere else, but right now I don’t know where to take it and maintain its sparseness.

v.2

The city is tired
and the people are watching
                            tired
of watching the city’s
collision
          bend sinister.

The streets roll over in their sleep.

Where are the valiant
on the ten o’clock news?
Who still wonders
why time is laconic;
                     abrupt


Still not right, but better.