The Statue of Liberty
Is closed. Everyone is to blame
The mall is closed too
The downtown the cobbler
The hardware store
They’re all gone, the stuff
We still need to fix
The center, the hard ware
Of function, it’s broke
In neighborhoods of San Francisco
In Brooklyn, Somerville, Rutland,
places where the poor, the immigrant nested
Aren’t you so tired?
The mailwoman is working
For free this week
They explained that on the news
As the flu and the hackers
And the weather that just makes you weep
And the homes that burned and washed away
While the dog howled and women marched
And day moved quietly toward night
Lady Liberty’s torch was extinguished.
The Statue of Liberty went dark overnight and the timing was just ‘too perfect’ [Washington Post]
Yvonne Daley is a career journalist and aging hippie who returned to poetry for sanity in these difficult times. She lives in Vermont, still a sane place.