The Dark Knight

in harmony, spires collapse to the city floor, firm compass of the obedient rat king, sun debris, a river leaks from a garbage hill pavement of modern irrigation, beggars walk on water, this miracle picks a fishbone at the core of a stinking lottery, its stench seeks a plateless buffet upwards, through the apartments of parts, an old hangar with its roof ripped like a box of broken jacks, such obvious surprise placed the children away from the corners focused on the clown the bursting of balloons rather than the happiness of hard helium, the gift of fire, the sky pokes its own moon & drops it on a rough nape, the gargoyle the crater, an eye rolls toward a manhole that defies construction, someone stands at the tallest tower ready to call its selves together after a long time, the night coats a distant ceremony, those stratuses torn by propellers, a peregrine falcon forgets how to land, a secret cape without secret, the skeletal shadow with purpose far enough to frame itself a body in a racked haul shriek of a thousand claws coming & clawing is the beginning of a ruin is the ruin of an industry, permanent retraction, some of the things we have no idea of comes in coming out is the dark like a loose leaf alert to become a trail in the atmosphere, sharp nails of sharpness, here beyond the garden where shears petals hedges their injured shade proclaim the well of wraiths, grave of grief & fear a small great light created to sustain the growth of black, the hovering heart over the city, a sunspot burns the Manor bombards a shelf a chandelier a single bat in a room