Cast off
emotion snagged
beneath black ink
Kept to bed, pained by light
Bright behind lined eyes
Paris, of transvestites,
London’s condemnation
We disembark
a chorus line
at tidewater
Greet the shores’ noisy birds
Crack shellfish open
*
Money went down the Hudson
More was coming up
Bequeathed
to its unkempt progeny
a colonial rash of gravestones
memorialize intent
*
If only the houses
could line up
closer together
Don’t walk across the grass
Its seeded distance
Between body and blood –
Measure instead yourself
Lurching forward
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