Black Garden (2673 Dundee Pl.)

In this black garden
 Of this carrion light,
 There is a suspension
 Of motion and stillness
 That hollows the night.
 In this black garden
 Of heartbreak and wonder,
 The banks are all ablaze,
 Self-satisfied
 As they plunder.
 I am alone on this hill;
 These vistas are certain.
 I may be frightened by the sounds
 Of history crying as it drowns,
 But I will pull back the curtain.
 In this black garden
 I once called the selfish city,
 I try to calculate the anguish
 And the anger and all the aspirations
 Of the millions who have lived here
 And will live in desperation,
 Who are careful and are careless -
 Whom I have cheated -
 Who thought the swindle that I offered
 Was a salve...
 I am alone on this hill;
 These vistas are certain.
 I may be frightened by the sounds
 Of history crying as it drowns,
 But I will pull back the curtain.