In the Long Shadows
by Colin Dodds
You forgot a few things
back when everything you touched turned to gold.
But they’re coming back now.
God, like the World Trade Center,
wasn’t all that noble
or even interested in nobility
until after it was gone.
Six months later, the city
is still a mass of delay and police tape.
No one is afraid to long for what doesn’t exist.
But it takes real courage and vulgarity to desire
what has happened, and what happens now.
There’s blood on the parking lot
where you make your stand.
And you are obligated to the lightning
you have caught.
Your triumphs turn to crimes here.
And your highest hopes wind up lower than murder.
A war surrounds you, seeks you,
who will not acknowledge it.
©Colin Dodds 2015