The City will Never Sleep

Smog Stinks! Excuse me, I beg to differ. If it does then why do millions live in New York City? Is black smog pretty? No, but, Battery Park is. You can see Liberty standing as if she's the one making the light glint on the water, dancing like fairies flitting around Peter Pan's head. I know aabout the water, but, when you look at a diamond do you think of the mine? A magical place that never sleeps. Where you can fly like a bird, standing on the World Trade Center, the wind blowing in your face, you can see the human animals below, scurrying about on their daily routines. Fly down there to join them, pay your quarter, ride the ferry, see Liberty still standing light in her hand, calling the huddled masses to Freedom. The sun goes down, the city is still lit by millions of lights twinkling like stars. Stop a moment, can you feel it? The heartbeat, as if instead of millions of separate lives she is one living, breathing, Entity. People moving like blood through her veins. The bees on Wall Street buzzing about the hive with a two word vocabulary, BUY, SELL, then they look across to Brooklyn and see a sign reminding them to "Read God's Word The Bible Daily" Then a sudden blow to her heart, She staggered, her knees buckled, the proud toweres fell, but, like platelets to a wound her Heroes gatherd. The scar is there though her spirit Leaps through the rubble to soar again. Dream of peac, or see a play, or just watch the ball drop. Get to know her before you judge, maybe smog does stink, maybe she now wears a scar, but, I know why people live there.I originally wrote this poem in March of this year. After the events of September 11th. I decided to make some additions and dedicate it to those who lost their lives. Most humbly, Mad Jack. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 11:14 AM PST   0 • 9