Seeking The New World Poem by Zach Meckley

Seeking The New World



We stopped at the populous metropolis

In hills piled portentously,

Coyly covering some code or key.

That place at least,

Wooden wharf-edged on the wide Western surge,

With pretty painted houses high-perched,

And fantastic sky-searching pinnacles

Of glass and steel at their feet,

We indeed did reach

After many a desolate highway mile.

We came,

Our wistful hearts fired by Desire for higher adventure,

Piqued, youthful, yearning toward some subtle bliss-

A halcyon clarion call more faint than that song

Underneath the brazen blood

Ringing in your ears

At a moment of pure silence you meet

With a quiet mind.

I do not know what, in that new place, we expected to see

With the same old sunlight,

But perhaps

Because even the sunlight seemed fresh

And we had nothing to lose

(Home, family, friends changed

Made unreal and rearranged

By the heady draught

Of undergraduate life)

Every breath in that city was a gift.

Despite

The streets so full of urine’s reek,

Foul words encased in double-speak,

Cheap tricks and trinkets, tacky-bleak,

And flesh displayed for bold and weak.

We sought on the very edge of America

The dream that drove

The restless settlers Westward,

Discovered, as they did, we could not

Find anything we had not brought

So though a beautiful mist gathered

Over the Bay

At the break

Of a comely day

I fear we found

In that city

(Which was impressive,

Do not misunderstand me)

Only a wilted soiled aspiration

Cast aside

Midst mashed Marlboro butts

And dampened with gentle rain.

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