21.6 Violent Acts Per Hour

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 21.6 Violent Acts Per Hour
 
On 3rd Avenue, a ragged man
stopped, turned
and lifted
his fists as if holding a pistol
and fired three imaginary shots
through my face in dead earnest.
 
I walked on by, leaving
some part of myself, back there
in the street, blood
streaming from my head;
                 
dead in his own private television.
 
II
For every minute
of human history the dinosaur
reigned 40 years
 
(fact)
 
and far from here
on a snow covered tract
the Pentagon lies silently,
love in ruin;
   a star of stone.
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