For Detroit

I am close enough
to the city

it is shelves
of light

it falls off
like a noose

I make a drawing
of the noose

it falls
as though
I am a ledge

I draw
the ledge

it falls like guilt
cold,
shining

if I draw
the buildings fill
with rivers, trees
birds

I beg to plow

open the mouth
of guilt

soil and creatures
spilling out