23.

The distance from New Haven to Princeton

Is more than a metaphor. The scar

In Manhatan is hard to imagine

The people remarkably calm.

Dreams pass through New York — open port,

Cross-roads, marketplace, pool of capital

Clichés chasing a dynamic trace.

A wound lies on the brow, the smoke and blood

Have cleared and gone underground. Some weep

At night; others drift, confess, deny

Against the imminent night sky. What will

Seep into the marrow? The distance from

Princeton to New Haven finds no harbour.

The ghosts can do nothing to heal

The unsleeping horror of terror and violence.