Daily Archives: April 18, 2013

“If You See Something, Say Something”

— slogan repeated endlessly over intercoms, etc. at South Station, Boston MA USA, on 4/18/2013, three days after Boston Marathon bomb attack

 I see
some dressed in
military uniforms, desert camo,
black body armor, no visible weapons 
as I get off the train at South Station

I see 
black ripstop jackets, tan khakis, black body armor, M-16s
logo of POLICE/HOMELAND SECURITY
shield patches on caps
as I get off the train at South Station

I see
cops and
guys in civvies talking into their hands
dogs and
all of the aforementioned
as I get off the train
at South Station
walk through downtown Boston
toward City Hall Plaza
toward the Federal Building

I see more and more
M-16s
Glocks
H and K 9mm autos
the deeper I get into
the symbolic City

a small well equipped army outside
the Old State House
City Hall
the Federal Building
the Big Apple Circus
set up in between them

Street sweeper shotguns
on some of the black-clad cops
inside the JFK Building —
why?  
What mob do they fear
having to disperse?

Everyone of them
in dark, dark sunglasses —
no idea what they’re watching
If they see something
they say something

They must have seen something
because they’re shaking down
an older Black guy
in a bucket hat
right outside the Building
He’s scuffling his Crocs
and shaking his head
saying nothing 
or nothing good

as Street Sweeper says
firmly
cordially

“you start giving me
an explanation
that makes sense
or we’re going down
another road”

which 
based on
what I’ve seen
we’re on 
already


 


On A Train To Boston

Beyond the sunrise shine
of the meadow
we just passed

Beyond the hot tail
the sun’s dragging across
the gloss of the lake
we just passed

Beyond these
the whole world

The parallel rails
ahead of us
must be shining
until we cover them
as we pass

Sun to the left
and then to the right
then to the left again
as we curve and weave
as we pass

Behind me
my love’s getting ready to leave
for her own journey
to the south
to her work
the sun on her face
almost all the way
as she passes

So much adjusting to be done
ahead and behind
to the left
to the right
above and below

Beyond us
the whole world

I’m on a train
to Boston
a few days after Boston
blew up
and became
a darling victim
of the whole world

At the end of this line
there will surely be
guns
suspicion
defiance
sorrow
grief
anger
seized joy
hope
acceptance

There will be
children shouting at this train
and pointing

At the end of this line
the whole world