Second Avenue

Second Avenue                   2/23/2017

I curled up on the couch

Underneath the windows

In the quiet of the day

Peaceful and warm.

Looking up at the sunbeam

The dust particles danced in my eyes

Lazily floating through the air

Another day
Lost to time. 

We could have been left alone

But what fun

Would that have been?

Even if we never asked

And even if we never tired. 

I was almost asleep

When my son

Jumped on me

Square in the middle

Laughing at me

And full of delight. 

I remembered the old house

The one that I grew up in

Lost in a sunbeam

Suspended in a dream.

Divided up

And falling down

Just like many others

The decaying reminders

Of what might have been.

All that others built

Now lies in ruins

Sold for nothing

And occupied by strangers.

But it is I

Who is the stranger

An alien in his own land

Deliberately muted

And massively displaced.

I watch it from afar

Knowing it is a lie

The culmination of men

Craven and cruel. 

They will never learn

And they slowly kill themselves

Ignorant till the end

With a knife at their throat.

Selling us out

And inch at a time

Erased from history

And covered by time. 

My father built many things

And now he rests with angels

Speaking to my son

At the salute of guns.

The world is rotten

And evil never sleeps

Slithering in

The tiniest of cracks. 

Come quickly Lord

And save all you can

Gathering the good

And burning the evil.