And in the morning
after those
hard rains that came
mercifully went—
the same fat
iridescent purple-
white
birds came right back,
perched, and sat
on their usual
slanted stacks of bricks
and mortar—and flatly
proceeded
to holler-
out all the louder:
Glory be!
to any good-
old Chicago neighbor-
hood—that's still
standing after all that
helter and
skelter last night!
Otherwise—what on earth
would we shit-on!
while we sat
around and chatted?
