The quiet is destroyed by crushing sound.
The sirens wail.
The paddy wagons rotate cherry lamps.
The humid smog drapes on putrid slums.
The night sisters loiter in littered portals of garrish flats.
The pimps procure acne-faced infants.
The greedy pockets are fed with illegal sheckels.
The rancid grease wafts through alleys.
The graffiti storefronts are striped wrought iron
Everywhere pain screeches in unholy compliance.
The National Poetry Anthology. 1988 Edition. New York.
Copyright © 1987 Janice Kollitz