April 22, 2015
And at the orchard's heart
the ear is hounded by inhuman sound
a six-lane highway bass, breathing out
its monotone continuo of HNHNHNHNAAAAAAAAAA
while at the nearer lights, cars kneel
and throb their mocking yukyukyukyukyukyuk
as from the rooftops, heating units,
air conditioners, snicker the ozone
and the glazed eyes of office buildings
what bright sun?
while heaven, heaven declares
and the brown grass sighs.