AC?DC

As part of my reportage on the DC/Chicago trip I'll toss a few poems that I wrote. Comments always appreciated.

Also, a book we all need to "check out" :: Upbeat by David Amram, Paradigm Press. Due out in October.

Art in America

Two black men push an untitled folded
iron circle (this could be a huge coin folded against

currency) by Ellsworth Kelly up a gravel

path adjacent to the Hirschorn Sculpture
garden. The rubber wheels of the cart bog

in gravel. The men sweat, strain, their muscles

bulge. One of the men wears a stained
shirt, the other sports a Wizard’s cap. These are

hard men but iron is harder still. The sculpture

is worth more than the men
will earn in a lifetime. Off to the right side

the trickle of water in a fountain, trick of light

and shade on red brick, people sitting on benches
talking. The men move slowly. Sweat runnels

down their bodies. Suddenly the symphony

of conversation in the garden is engulfed
by sirens, heightening as they close in, closer,

closer, so even the bent iron sings, a nest

of molecular hornets becoming more
and more enraged.