July 20, 1969 (Central Park)
The police have taken to guarding
    The high rocky places in the park
Nightly explosions in the subway
Have left a taste of a coal miner's
     smoking fears
   The sky is a dirty red fog;
The night drips over those trudging
     through wet grass
       To celebrate
   Where monster spotlights
     Strain and scream at the moon
 
   A studied intoxication
     A calculated stupor working itself
       toward climx;
Vague gypsies, traces of witches,
     Noisy lunatics are quarreling
       over
     a lovely corpse in the mud
 
Little sister, they've landed men on the
       moon--
   What obscene dance shall we make
To celebrate this rape?
 
--Amos Stoltzfus
 
 

Ross Bender
http://rossbender.org

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