Treasure Island

Alexander Coppedge

(June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Twins


In early sun breaking morn I see them
Standing enormously under the firmament line
Soaring above all, two giants, in the distance
Placed nearby water ports to trade and provide
These twins were to protect against turmoil
Of their accomplishments all were proud
Towering structured temples of retail
Behemoths of rivet locked metal in the sky
Merchants brought and sold there
Pastured their guest out before midnight
Monster structures of skeleton iron
Cracked dreams of man delights
You hear the swap of commerce
The cling! Cling! Of the exchange of green
Herd hooves upon their pavements
Clicking steps for its needs
A sunrise with its blurred vision
A reflection, of a image, to be seen
Two slices of pie in man’s heaven
Man’s economic scheme

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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Tribute to the memory of the twin towers of 9/11

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