Bulldozers move over the earth like an eraser.
This sandy soil gives up the legs of homes.
A Senator smiles. Our lack of hope's to blame.
Yet even here, just turn a corner in the Loop
and the fall of prairie light remains the same.
From his high office on Michigan Avenue
he looks down on Millennium Park to see
the silver Bean, the fountain and a twisted
bridge. They look like polished toys to him,
not the brave pose of men confused in time.
Fragments of a Body with its Skin Removed
Photograph by Carlotta Eden
by Robert Klein Engler