New York

We succinctly explore
the grounds we walk upon,
a lying edifice of nature
where we graze and prowl.

The dust of emblematic journeys
will be our new historians,
malign and detachable death,
the scoured bone's children-- free.

What sibylline gesture grabs?
tending the sepulcher of stasis
like hawks lend their manner.

Let motion disturb our air---
emerging new enclave,
of itself, no memory onto itself.