Dusk in New York
the bloodless scapegoats
entreat underground
in transit to the forgotten
Netherlands of dust and decay.
Dusk in New York
the flock of rats in flight
feed the hunger
in pools of rancid rain water
Dusk in New York, the sounds
reverberate in my bones
the marrow curdling at the stop light
while the bigwigs dance in
red capes on tippy-toes
gloating with the raise of my fare.
Salient truths denied
in breathtaking sequences.
The secrets pile up in the muck
of your glorified trade.
We withstand the heat to later
welcome the monsoon of night
that covers us in a
blanket of blinders.
We rise against in emotion
and in structure.
The skyscrapers, an ancient
testament to the divine.
Our city-
a fluid bible of lies.
New York at dusk
a detriment/confession deprived.