City Water

Risen From the springtime flooding along South MLK A sh#t-skinned slimy pipe Pops half way up from a grimy hole Like a gopher molded from iron ore Neck and head periscoping left then right Tiny arms bolted to its furry chest of rust Surveying the silence of this industrial prairie And the graves pocked from Foundry hammers Until a school bell bangs And a kaleidoscope gang of cell phone kids Clamber from broken windows and dim doorways To play in this forbidden park Riding and rocking the new springer like a rodeo bronco Screwing The old boss back to its subterranean foundation Another generation Re-connecting the muddy wells to our silver faucets.