10,566. AND I'D LIKE TO ADD THIS

AND I'D LIKE TO ADD THIS

I don't have a place in my heart

for leftover sentiments. For haters

or creeps. For those who bend logical

steel in their rugged bare hands. 

Like any Alphonse of old, I stood one

day at the Paterson Falls and cried

for the country we'd lost and sold

-

I wanted to say, as well  -  of the

locomotives and the submarines now

gone from this once-sainted city and

place, from the factory of guns they

once made of for police. The motorcars

grinding and the silk mills on edge.

-

The power of all the churning of the

water-  wheels now running loose but 

on steel rails  -  of only dream and 

remembrance and recollection. Of the

immigrants then and the immigrants

now, who sorted and sort between the

fabrics of desire and the clothes of want.