Memorial Day - New York
by Zettel
Posted: Thursday, June 1, 2006 Word Count: 300 Summary: The alliteration here just sort of happened. The poem just came out that way. |
Couple of facts to put this into perspective. The 'roar' is the sound of millions of machines - aircon, generators, traffic, etc etc that never cease. The sound is like being in an airliner. 'Broadway' follows the route of an old Indian trail. It runs the length of Manhatten and is pretty much the only diagonal road. The Dutch bought 'Manhatten' for a tiny sum. The Indians thought they had only sold the right to use the land not to 'own' it - a concept foreign to them.
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
Manhatten 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
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
Manhatten 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