If Alex Katz can do it so can I
And so can you
My friends shining your faces on the West
That you warm when the temperature gets below freezing
And I become susceptible to mishaps

The workers turn theis faces to yours in the morning
You are the ones who have filled their factories with 
Sculptures that gush unseen gold that will be seen
Only when art's secret language is "known"
And you bare yourselves
Its protectors
Your visages filling the venture

Great vases of inscrutiny!
Your portraits create the sound of their own beach 
       head
Like vigils of the great megoliths of Easter Island
Keeping watch pver the light of an age
Instead of allowing yourselves to remain
In the dark
And what do the people of New City "think" at night

As they regard
Your facial and side-views lit Lita and great Bear
From afar off Doubbie barks
As space-craft of a new era Do they hear the
Subtle chatter within Contempora House Marx and Engles
Interspersing with yours the arias of Leo and Yvonne
Echoing in a French of the provinces
Vollies that autumn and winter sound