seven distinct rings ’round
steel crowns
heave the dry tumbleweed,
heave
the stocks of bones we pass
of lush concrete
fairfair stars
of obligation.
’round epileptic belts
the helicopter stared, enough
to frame the citywide
“a fugitive near!” we sang
and chorus swell
beside
straight on to goings, wheeled
and onward, went we home…