city

  • The Tribes of New York

    A green wilderness I once lived in
    Picked anon and lush all over
    It carried cubs through seasons tried
    Into a ragged winter of their lives

    Was it a windfall or a huntsman’s bait
    That led us to the city’s edge
    We heard the calling of the Island tribes
    That made our wild seem second

    The river forded icy fears awoke
    Realized the past is damaged
    A new beast awakened in the hearts
    As in the new tents a pact is made

    Never are you to return your love
    To the gentle tribes across the water
    Into this slow massacre you will submit
    The blood scored palms are sealed as one

  • Monolithic Heart

    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.