Perfect blue
that day
the earth shook,
rumbled steady roll
a subway leaving Chambers
heading for the Center
sky turned night
came down
debris
soft quiet
snowfall deserted
ancient Manhattan
the southern tip
where east meets west
at a point
where neither
is what it was
along gaslight streets
immigrants stroll
sing silent carols
forbidden hymns
for fallen angels
echo against the piers
the piles
and the quiet lapping
of the river, missing
the towering shade
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 