Night over Lower Manhattan

Night over Lower Manhattan

A Poem by Vincent St. Clare

2014 publication in 'The Drunken Llama'. Featured in 2015 at ''. Featured in 2015 at ''.


The paved beige stretched over, beneath

The careless sky, didn’t you see the street

Ran with cheap beer and perennial philosophy?


When that poor sod couldn’t even shuffle his way to work

Amid the signs and sights of this cold city


Nero’s circus wasn’t always round, and when it was there was far more blood.

I knew. I know. A thief in the night

"The uncarved Wall stands between me and the street"

He’s pocketing here and there, this and that, beast and birthright


But nobody told you he could climb; everyone at this open-air party

Sulks and skulks and trudges the timid notion that even Heaven plays


In tune with those double-dealers that straddle the sidewalks, selling

Souls and organic salads and plastic-wrapped theodicies.

Ninety-eight ways to go out with a bang in the televised jungle,


But you’ve stuck it to him, haven’t ya?

Our supple bodies stuck to the storm drains


A trillion lives and miles disgraced by everything under Heaven,

And among toils and boiling Heads that roll and rage below the quiet stars,


I’ve cast my vote to the thoughtless wide,

the careless Sky and the barren streets

© 2016 Vincent St. Clare

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Added on June 5, 2015
Last Updated on February 1, 2016
Tags: universe, class, beast, money, manhattan, occupy movement, allegory, benign indifference, human nature, hypocrisy, consumerism, capitalism


Vincent St. Clare
Vincent St. Clare


Fledgling writer and amateur mystagogue. Just waiting for the world to end. more..