I will face the City

i stand waiting for The City to come to rest

waiting for the sun to fall down west

and when the darkness comes

i refuse to leave

i will face The City

hear her cry

hear her lullaby

i must resist my need to turn my back on her

however her breath smells

i will face The City

whatever dress she wears

i will face her

face her tears

hear her song

look her in the eye

do not lose sight of her

who can be more full of willful life than her -

she who can breathe through steel and concrete

i will not delay my greeting her with my breath and body

for she keeps on nourishing from her sooty breasts

i will suckle now because feeding season is fleeting

and hold my peace a little longer in this momentary meeting