July 20, 1969 (Central Park)

The police have taken to guarding
The high rocky places in the park
Nightly explosions in the subway
Have left a taste of a coal miner's
smoking fears

The sky is a dirty red fog;
The night drips over those trudging
through wet grass
To celebrate
Where monster spotlights
Strain and scream at the moon

A studied intoxication
A calculated stupor working itself
toward climax;
Vague gypsies, traces of witches,
Noisy lunatics are quarreling
over
a lovely corpse in the mud

Little sister, they've landed men on the
moon--
What obscene dance shall we make
To celebrate this rape?