This is a short film I made for one of the sections of I got off the train at Ash Lake. It’s harder to make early-21st-century film look like early-20th-century film than I thought.

Along the promenade of the hotel
stood a statue of the King of Milwaukee,
grayer than European cathedrals
and dappled with birdlime.
The rain combed his hair
while the wind kissed his rings.
The children believed it good luck
to throw an old bottle at his head,
suddenly crowning the King
in a glinting blossom of shards.