Who needs safe, tidy suburbs
when buildings crammed and stacked together,
piled with generations of lives will do.
Who needs birds chirping on a green lawn at dawn
when the options for jackhammers and
earnestly obnoxious horns are so plentiful.

Who wants to back carefully out of a driveway
so as not to piss off the neighbors,
when taking elevators, tumbling stairs and
dashing sidewalks can guide the day’s adventure.

No, this rattle and clank, this violent din,
this compote of good and evil in millions of beautiful faces-
all of us heaped and trying together, and pretending we’re not;
this is my greatest feat, my undulating Home,
my don’t-look-back beginning and end in one.