Mind-Forg’d Manacles

Posted: December 19, 2012 in Poetry
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If Blake could see this:

The industrial wasteland,

My city has become.

Like its sisters,

Spread,

Across this spiritually thin country,

Prostitutes excommunicated.

Waterways contaminated.

No clean hands will touch her again.

The skeletal remains of factories,

Lay strewn about,

Shattered fragments everywhere,

Lots littered,

Buildings riddled,

With patterns of glass-less windows,

Broken by a seemingly random nature,

Towering in defiance; offering no compliance,

To the natural laws.

Something so unnatural,

So destitute.

Haunted by the ghosts,

Of a thousand men:

Who gave her every wish,

Every dream,

Every nuance of energy,

Their very hope resided with her..

The place that would in one day,

Terminate all hope.

A holocaust of hope,

You could say happened that day.

And what of the survivors?

Those who lost everything?

Families wounded so deep.

Fatally; but slowly.

Those who stayed;

Yet, knew this town would yield nothing but more pain.

And a multitude of bastard children.

Disenfranchised,

With little hope left for their future.

Those abandoned by the Fathers’ of Industry.

The giants of the earth.

Children that know better than ask,

“Is dad coming home at last?”

And what would we say to William if he was here?

… that painter, that poet, that seer…

That,

“We thought someone else would figure it out down the line?”

That,

“We thought the children would take care of it in time?”

Or would we just stand and look stupidly,

At the face of this prophetic force,

Then try the terrible truth,

“That we knew it was never to get better…”

“That we knew it was only to get worse…”

“There would never be any “fixing” of it…”

“That we were there to cash out, before it collapsed in on itself.”

“Better the future than us, William. Better them than us…”

 

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Comments
  1. johncoyote says:

    Thank you for the amazing poem. A epic journey I was took on in the poem. I had to read again.

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