lacework of naked trees
open in patches upon the harbor poles
staring with a battery in each hand
eyes aflame with nuclear day

two pigeons harass each other
on a block of stone:
the laser strung between foreheads,
statues blind in living rain
subway mouths with hot cartoon breath
urinals open to the pulsing world,

if there is a peace it settles only
in the belly of a large savage thing,
black branches sunlit-hinted grey
stacks of cubed human mind
up to the belly of the full moon