SOME HAVE ORDERED
There are those, the grandest of days, like this:
some have ordered bourbon, some have ordered
brandy. Five hours later, they are dead; three of
them anyway; wrapped around a tree in a brand
new Chevrolet. That's how all of it ended. I knew
them. Two are now buried in a Linden cemetery.
The third was flown home, in a cup of ashes, to
his birthplace in Ohio. After all this transpired,
I walked away from everything, in fact I walked
into Perth Amboy just to sit on the couch in a
grand old seacoast house. Looking out past the
little harbor - where nowadays nothing much
happens at all. Once it was a slave-auction port.
A cutting block, a reviewing stand st the harbor,
in an open plaza, where the newly-arrived were
inspected and later auctioned. Mothers and sons
and daughters, taken apart, father moved far away.
only for the best offers, the lot, the whole. Now,
the entire site is vacant, nothing left but some
lying, bastardized few historic plaques
pretending to tell the whole story.
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