Their sums, their amplitudes,
their forceupons. Each hates
the charactered reflex. Each has
known satisfaction and flinches at it.
The more they think of these pangs
the less they do. Their sums put on
an interested face. These faces invent rules.
They snick themselves on curbs, damn it
they say sotto voce. It’s early
sport and unfit for polite talk.
Look, the face or the fist must
knuckle down quick.
The neighborhood’s struts
probably spell The Neighborhood.
The soon-to-be also function
as a decorative grille. Or act like
a building behind a building.
At this time they dispense with necessity
like an idiom, like the idiom
let’s dispense with necessity.