The belly of the city swells with trains.
Stitched in her side the stockyards’ heartburn
carbonates the river’s throat.
She lifts her foxy dunes,
parades lakeside and stateside,
whores a little in the board of trade.
Her iron fingers pierce the yellow smog:
naked crosses, steel cigars
belching manna wholesale,
each finger warming its nail
in blackmarket sunshine.
Asphyxiated fish silver her breast.
Freeways spill a septic discharge.
Yet she dines with the wind, oblivious,
tossing a brassy laugh
over a welded shoulder.
The gulls pick and choose.
She blows a kiss of soot,
Chicago wheeling and swinging
her plundered hips,
tarnished but radiant,
whistling her own hosannas.