In the park.

The sun broke over the horizon

     wiping away the chocolate stains of night

     on the childish face of the park

     where the workmen bathed in the morning dew

     and sweat

        and dirt from the hole

        scarred

     into the glistening grass of the park.

And when the hole was sufficiently deep

     and ugly

     they lined it with a crust of boards

     and poured a scab

     of concrete

        and sand and rock

        into the wound

     sealing the hemorrhage in the park.

And they erected a human on the base,

     dusted it well and scrubbed its face,

     and all the statues in the town

     came down to the park

     and gazed

        and gawked and giggled

        at the human

     and the pigeon-shit on the human

In the park.