Shikaakwa

by on June 13, 2015 :: 0 comments

Our city staggered about in a foggy haze
some people claimed as pollution,
but most of us knew was a drinking problem
that always happened this time of year
on the anniversary of the fire that seconded it,
while scandalous tales of O’Leary’s cow
stagnated the news papers
and caused image editors to photoshop
fake full moons in old daguerreotypes
of a long ago wooden skyline
that stank of stockyards
and an irreversible river
and buildings slowly sinking
through wild onion and garlic
and the bones of Fort Dearborn.

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