Wednesday, June 11, 2014


From a soaking-
wet perch
on a bridgefull of belching 

John F. Kennedy memorial traffic—
even the ordinarily
electrified downtown

looks curiously 
distant and half-
missing this morning—

replaced instead with
a confounding

and a gray 
edgeless series 
of arcane rectangular 
facades looming in stiff mist—

like some 
ancient objects

perhaps built 
long ago 
as monuments—
to all those who came

and left 
their pale builders—

the entire race of whom
it seems
was eventually 

wiped off the planet—
by its own sick ambition

and a sheer lack  
of rest.