This morning I watched from here
a helicopter skirting like a damaged insect
the Empire State building, that
jumbo size dentist's drill and landing
on the roof of the PanAm skyscraper.
But now Midnight has come in
from foreign places. Its uncivilized darkness
is shot at by a million lit windows, all
ups and acrosses.
But midnight is not
so easily defeated. I lie in bed, between
a radio and a television set, and hear
the wildest of war whoops continually ululating through
the glittering canyons and gulches -
police cars and ambulances racing
to broken bones, the harsh screaming
from coldwater flats, the blood
glazed ok the sidewalks.
The frontier is never
somewhere else. And no stockades
can keep the midnight out.
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