WHARF
they looked like palaces
going up across
the river
which river can tell you
things best and worst
to which
it has
borne witness
the clammy, giddy
moments of rise
equally
nightmare falls
Ah, as you stated fascinated
at a beckoning future
hoping to be part of,
fit in with, mesh
with those gears
not certain yet, however,
this a force for expansion,
empowering creation
or a darker, deeper
thing
thing more instinctual
a trajectory on which,
at the end of the day will
trade
all our everything
nothing beyond the
possibilities of trade
poems 2 die for 