I thought I might
Drown in sweat when I heard the sound FX
Of fingernails running down my fence
Was it rioters,
rats
or malcontents?
I pulled my blinds back a crack like Malcolm X

The scene was sirens, violence, car alarms
My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm
Vietnam in the suburbs, the walking dead
Burning down the house like Talking Heads
A city on fire not a city of god
A city that hides from a hideous mob