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The Victorian House on a Cliff
To Weehawken
She stands above all
Perilously teetering as if she were
To fall into the carbon monoxide
Dust of cars whizzing
Below her .
A wind-tunnel of smoke and ash
Billows to heights that
Reach her sky windows, now
Sadly blackened with the soot
Of progression .
A hundred years ago I surmise
She stood only one of perhaps
Three or four ~
Where a clear blue sky
And crisp mornings rose
To her rooftop and
Youngsters read of songs and
Poems and life and love
While glancing at the etched
Manhattan skyline and the
Glimmer of Henry's river .
Her walls are now streaked
With the industrial morbidity of
Consumerist stains~
No longer
The beacon on
A cheery hill,
But a constant project and
Reminder of our
Obsessions and insecurities
That cause us
to want
To progress,
And evolve,
And covet,
Failing to see the loss of her beauty
In the process .
Copyright 2007 - jms
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Wow, this is a powerful piece. Yet with all the progression of the industrial revolution, it has caused the demise of the natural beauty of this once great beautiful land. We must all be conscious of our environment, and be vigilant in keeping our surroundings as pure as can be. For if we donā??t, our childrenā??s children will live in a world of toxins, and hazardous windfalls.
Peace, Love, 'N Happiness
Ken Ortiz aka DJ !/2 P!NT |
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