Can one articulate such rage
As loudspeaker flailing
Distress and foreboding?
The building is burning
And a dog is howling at an ambulance pa**ing
There's a riot in the street below
Young men collide together
In the waning moonlight
Cars speed recklessly by
As an old man bangs on a newspaper dispenser
Mimicking a drunken heartbeat
I'm not afraid
In the hot July of the city night
Bats will strike mosquitoes
In the haze of the floodlights
Pointed up at the cathedral
A psalm resonates a dream recurring:
The first native tying a hide to a drum
And lifting a voice to mimic the cicada