#9/11. Ghosts Of New York

September 12, 2009

Ghosts Of New York

In the rain mists
Not just
Today
But tomorrow
And all those yesterdays.

Native mannahatta
Disappear sold up the Hudson
For a legend and beads.

Revolution and battles
Spirit ships with masts like
A movable forest.

Riots of
Dead irish africans and natives
Artifacts of five points
Pulverized
Give a sharp taste
To the air.

Masses refreshed
Thru labor
Burnt triangle brand
Wispy united girls
Tunnel rats.

Uncountable
those uniformed
War children
Still walk the cobbles
And asphalt
Although their hometowns
Never saw them again.

And the victims and their
Rescuers gather in the null
Spaces
Every day as the tourists gawk
The vendors hawk
And their family’s
Mourn.

In the rain mists
Not just
Today
But tomorrow
And all those yesterdays.

4 Responses to “#9/11. Ghosts Of New York”

  1. zevstar said

    This is a work in progress and will be changed and rewritten over time. Check back.

  2. Sara said

    I want to read more soon

  3. Evelyn said

    “Native mannahatta
    Disappear sold up the Hudson
    For a legend and beads. ”

    “Riots of
    Dead irish africans and natives
    Artifacts of five points”

    “Burnt triangle brand
    Wispy united girls
    Tunnel rats.”

    I love when you have these wonderful historical references, all dressed up in poetry.

    this part I just love, its so concrete and real to me…
    “Spirit ships with masts like
    A movable forest.”

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