My Child

My child
learned
pronounced
in a word

My child
upheld
flounced
in a word

My child
forged
heaved
in a word

My child
renamed
believed
in a word

The FDR Drive

The Montgomery Street mouths forced
East lapping waterfront Brooklyns over

smokestacks as cartoon cartographies
centuries after musket balls running

bases decades before Muscovite
life idolatries dancing mazurkas

in fetid pickle vats of Gemara
inflicted gray ratio machines

aimed down amid a crisp fall
humility at the Days of Awe

Stump Pump

…and it questions me to call on:

Which impinging possession,
that decadent era, differed
as form, by gradation,
under impression?