let´s meet in the hole
he said
where the ghost of the towers
looms

a friendly face
so long awaited

By rising dawn
the cruise ship pulls in

at Cape Liberty
and there´s the bustle
of anticipation
the excitement in the air

that we will see
the loving face
hear once more the loving words
the only words
that are
in the right language


And all in vain
You have to
stay onboard
Captain Papanicolau said
to honour gynechology

all the things we could have done
in Brooklyn
and Manhattan
and all the New York people
and New York streets
the trumpet players
and the Museum of Modern Art

Meant not for me

this is the new
forbidden land

the immigration officers
its guarding hounds

this is new york
this rubble heap
and the yellow cranes
the bridge and the horizon

and in the summer
I shall go
to the Bermuda Triangle
and hope to disappear