March 6 1978 - journal - poetry

March 6 19819800 Journal New York Eight million people Mean nothing Nor Skyscrapers High rise apartment buildings Church steeples Train stations Brownstones Tenements Avenues Streets Sidewalks Nothing Empty of people New York City Ready for Nuclear Bombs I dream of nuclear bombs__ At night I have dreams Riding at the head of a savage horde The city defenseless The horde Savage The city Not innocent Vulnerable __ The Bronx to the torch Harlem too Plunder the Upper East Side Burn Wall Street to the asphalt Tear the tongues from the rich Smash the chic stores window Everything belongs to no one Urinate in the fountains of Rockefeller Center Copulate with you On the altar Of St. Patrick's cathedral Three days and nights And that is not the worst We have saved the worst for Long Island The worst is yet to come__