CRY OUT

Cry out for your city
on faces you have known
covering its sloping lubricity
in its rags, skin and bone.

Walk over dead leaves
burning by graffiti walls
the odors and pictures
here in the smoking Fall.

Then pause with your eyes
on the blind gas lights
as sleepy shelters thaw
in the helter -skelter nights.

A shroud of birds flee
against the storm
birds cloud the sky
in a frenzy to keep warm.

An awed poet under cover
over his newly printed words
God's three in one lover
a trinity of wonderful bells heard.