September 1st

Eulogy for Wolf’s Point

Eulogy for Wolf’s Point

The gravediggers come

with backhoes and augers

drilling deep within the last spit of green

to lay strong foundations for their

epitaphs of steel and glass

like adolescent frat boys

comparing erections that stand

like tombstones against the sky.

Friends gather at the shore

throwing a Frisbee up in the air

and all marvel at the spinning colors that

shine in the sun only to tumble into the grave diggers’ muck

tainted – the colors dull to match the surrounding debris.

The friend’s chanting continues

playing with toy boats as

their eyes stare into their own reflections

and muster only a few petals

sprinkled on the empty waters

encased in the concrete casket.

The city of broad shoulders sports

a tattoo seared into its cultural fabric

as their Emmanuel is trumped -

a people condemned to look down

their treasured corridor to be

forever reminded of the folly

-many worthy resolves deterred -

The Fallen Bough

THE FALLEN BOUGH

by Domenico D'alessandro

in commemoration of the centenary of the death of Martha, 

the last known passenger pigeon

A Concert for Martha (video)

This video cannot be seen so I am left with no artistic contribution to the event except this post.

It is being blocked by those that have copyright to the music selected even though I give everyone credit. I admit being naive about this - I thought that since the video was not intended for commercial use but as not-for-profit art piece that concessions would be made. I forget at times that we are living in a money oriented world. Which exemplifies the cash value we tend to bestow on everything (extremely thick lenses). Value thus is only on what comes into our pockets and not to our brains and conscious.