City Thy Will Be Done

I find myself walking by Chelsea Piers
in the mewling of the fledgling new year
the annual illusion that something has begun
City thy will be done

At Special Agent Everett Hatcher Place
I pace back into the maze
my naked hands are chafed and numb
City thy will be done

In Hudson Park at Fifteen and Tenth
immobilized, my will is spent
I wait there for the dawn to come
City thy will be done.