so will you

they have people to clean the cities
bright at dawn until the light
has come to a boil
on the edge of some kind of horizon
but what do we know of that
between all limbs and buildings?
we are between the slats of bathroom stalls
we are the cracks in
pavement pale as
sky
and the morning comes to us
like some big city remix
of the geese of fall
in rooms that are not our own
we have grown accustomed to survival
we have means of
making true
this nature redone
has grown wild around the edges
seen the scurf of worse
and bleeds on like heartbeat
so will you