When all the faces leave us, when you and the gay party leave forever [and when all the faces are left, behind and wherever]
There is one that remains, from the gallery forever

There hung on a nail aluminum

Smooth and knife straight

30 stories below, by an ornate gate

Ringed around by steel and concrete and glass

And then another hands
Deep in the universe
And crossed in great edifice
Over the coronation of the lovelessness

[of anything other than lucre]

Because it shines so
All the time so
Homage to the root
And the cause so
Here it goes

Elbow deep in the larder
The brutal warder
A constant border
And quieting lodger