Swan in the city

Pan fast through the city and it’s brown walls

Pan fast through the wires and the phone calls

Pan fast through the pipes,

Underground the man holes, pop out through the top Torpedo

Look from the clouds Parachute,

Swan, look from the navy night, keep cool in the star’s light

Pan fast over city with a speed unfounded,

Look down, reckless, as the poor stay grounded,

Glide past the city with a soundless motion,

Swoop past the city with a clouded notion of what it’s like to be a rat there

And bear the financial weight and the grating presence of swans.

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