the degenerate city –
desecrated time and time again
by people and their trash,
their needless shouting
and a level of intelligence
that is an insult to animals,
easy to sit around and get jealous
of all those people with farms to go to,
fresh heather to beat beneath their walking sticks
and days of summertime picnics,
solitude
Orion
and the crash of silent circumstance
in the aftermath of wood smoke
- from Revised Rudeness: Poems 1983 - 1991
