The Rescue

Sidewalk Sallys call from their wrought-iron fortress.

Their voices rise, above the din of the evening’s battle.

They call to the red-bricked tower 
in which their Comrad has been imprisoned 
by a ruthless, ancient dictator.

In vain, they wait for the calvary’s appearance.
Their battle cry fades, unanswered.

Their hero, Mr. Softee, 
melts only a few yards away.

His magical white steed 
overcome by the ferocious heat 
of the asphalt desert.

The music retreats until it is obliterated 
by the roar of city-owned chariots;
It’s sweetness shrouded 

until there is nothing 

but the nasal whine of the warrior’s voices...