Returning, George Washington pauses
to rally
The stragglers of the Wars of
America Monument,
And, exchanging a glance of perfect
understanding
With Christopher Columbus, who
also got more than he bargained for,
Returns to the little hill in
the south end of the Park
By the dawn's early light.
But George Washington's horse,
being dumb
Founded only of bronze,
Despite the legions of power
in the flexed haunch,
And poetry in the arched neck,
Can only paw the ground in puzzled
lust,
Forever gazing across Broad Street
to Little Theater,
Where, under key-shaped windows
of tiny minarets,
Constantly unreel movies rated
x.