enveloped in fog

a restless city
sleeps
as danger lurks
on corners
filled with bar rooms
and whores

squadrols break
the quiet
with the sing-song
sound of sirens
like those heard in
euro films
and middle eastern
terror news

bodies waiting for
chalk lines
and flash bulbs
lie scattered
across
the landscape
of broken bottles
and scurrying rats

bleeding their last
bit of
life
into gutters that
lead
to the river
the lake
the sea

meanwhile
not so far away
revelers
revel
partiers
party
and laughter
fills the
air

the same city
yet a different one
devoid of any
knowledge
that another clod
has fallen into the
sea
and they have
become less

so said john donne

my kind of town
chicago is