Manhattan Unbound
Encased in an undulating cradle
a clatterbox of wheels and sashaying passengers
the landscape moves by a whiplashing suburbia
beside the tracks a waning tableaux of the deafened
mauled by the click-clack of endless wheels
leaves behind a sea of dead-moving slimed-green pools
blue pools, chemically intubated
moved beyond the blurred trees, the blurred homes,
the vapid, verdantly menacing railroad siding
hiding in its bowels
its zombie dwellers,a cornucopia of people
lazily searching the forest floor for life
eyes blinded bland bound to their mossy shingles,
gutters laden with wild growth— tied to themselves
to humanity
fool themselves like a train’s swagger
side to side whipped into lassitude
recompense for an idle existence
locked in their cradle
Away from the bawling creatures slouching to Bethlehem
their porcine snouts rut the earth
rolling through never lands on a wagon train
long line of Conestoga wagons
depositing them in the land of Nod
Nodding assemblages driven to a neon graveyard
where their memorials fall, and rebuild themselves
amid the laughter and the hurly burly that cuts them into metal shards
and a sadness falls like a hush as they reach their pen.
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