[I] (ii)

in the other window
there’s a tall metal tower

thin and silver
a chimney in the sun

it’s still
it’s not waving

it’s ignoring me
i’ve never said

anything nasty
about chimneys


not about silver chimneys
taller than towers

i might have been rude
about brick chimneys

that collapse
where i walk

but never about
silver chimneys

does it know

if it knows
are chimneys that close–knit

is that why it’s ignoring me
why it’s not waving

chimneys are clearly
precious little beasts

trying to occasionally
kill passers–by

where i will pass by

and ignoring me
when they should be waving

like those trees