I've seen families my youngest brother's age Packing into pick-ups at the Nittany mall. I've seen garbage burning in the backyards Next to propane grills and broken Big Wheels. It's snowing cement-flakes through the moonroof. All the rooftop air-conditioners rain. Bike messengers slash through intersections.
Angels walk with malice on the steelwork overhead.
Men crooked on their front stoops, Water dirt with garden hoses, Change the siding, their bermudas, undershirt. Children trample Onan's lawn. They all wend down. Dragons take flight into the disappearing sky. In a North Umbrian fog of Cigarette smoke, sewer mist, And uilleann pipes.