How did I get here?
You’ll never guess where I am.
In the belly of the Titanic.
Deep in the sinking heart and center.
I return to the scene of the crime.
Ten plus years later.
A hundred million tears later.
Since it all tumbled down.
The city blood rushes on.
Renews itself with fresh oxygen and steel.
Only its memory holds the pain.
Its cells are strong, resilient.
The fire forges a new change.
A broad and ever expanding skyline.
A monolithic heart of darkness.
No intrusion withstanding.
It pumps and breathes on.