we who stand in trees
of delight and sorrow
an orange madness breeze
shines down on
our city of darkness
we endure so many days undone
and many hungry hands
await in moral turpitude
for their own divinity to be delivered…
only when those relentless bullets
fire from the gun
of God’s fury,
all sullen city dwellers
must sink down
into blazing
hot white sands
of burning forgiveness.
