Land of the free

Memorial Day – New York

New York roars
no systolic pause
of nature’s rhythm
In this forest
elegant giants
feed greedily
every second
of every minute
of every day
on power
Manhattan marches
to a bright oblivion
of blinding light

Man-made mammoths
have overpowered
their minders.
Machine slaves
have mastered mammon
bloodless breathless
implacable faces with
myriad sightless eyes
that deny access
to all but those
who pay the price
to own their share
in America’s power

This matrix island
straight up and down
and straight across
conforming lines
serried stripes
An angled arrow
of an ancient shame
a silenced spirit
cuts in non-conformity
through the heart
of capitalist conceit
Broad Way of stolen dreams
Purchased with beads

Crane-necked pilgrims
ride the crashing waves
of importuning sound
glittering stars comprise
a flag of neon icons
and patriotic names
a logomanic loyalty
to Rockefeller king of oil
Bloomingdales and Saks
The insubstantial poor
with pane-pressed passion
pray not for recognition
but to be let in

They wander unseen
loss in their eyes
a cheque-book away
from ease to their pain
a suit to acquire
their share in the spoils
of wealth unrestrained
Black or white
any race every creed
no consolation
even for age
the eyes of exclusion
are burning with rage

Filed under: Loss, Nature, Political