Is it wrong to raise a structure higher than the Freedom Tower—
a toss so sublime it could fall to earth as ash, mingle with sirens,
and flash in rotational light?
Halcyon is perfect symmetry, an algorithm so pure it must be cast as numbers.
When a prince seizes speech by its breath, dribbles out the ink’s leak,
murmurs of doubt will set his faith afire.
Only man says men do not count,
that judgment matters more than life,
but by iron, glass and steel
there is a pulse yet in our nearly muted blood.
Jeremy Nathan Marks is a London, Ontario-based American. Recent poetry appears in Rat’s Ass Review, Chiron Review, Unlikely Stories, Credo Espoir, New Reader Magazine, and The Wild Word. He has a regular essay in The Black Lion Journal. Jeremy is a 2017 Pushcart nominee in poetry.
Photo by Tim Trad.