New York, Today

New York, today, was bestiary, estuary, salt and fresh,

profusely animal, unblessed, all unexonerated flesh

and untoward flush of river water, blaming and untamed

and bound for slaughter in the Fall. The Fall is resolutely

named – it heralds New York’s imminent innumerable ends

of enemies and friends, its immanent indifference to either:

New York, today, with these or those or them or they,

has had its underhanded way and will, to many but not

everybody’s sorrow, have its overwhelming way tomorrow.








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