On Heart Wood in the Marshlands ~ Sculpture Poetry

On a visit to the Marshlands of the Hackensack   Dead wood now, at deepest core remnants of organic memory …… a tree that once was   Building artifacts of lignified vasculature rigidly mortified   yet so sweetly aromatic … an embalmed corpse from an erstwhile copse   transformed now …… a bridge to tread…

“Here on the edge of Hell stands Harlem……….

Remembering the old lies, the kicks in the back, they told us to be patient……………”  Langston Hughes     Yale Collection of American Literature, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library     In a strange mix up I ended standing many blocks further from 310 W, exiting the subway to the sounds of a couple yelling…