The Eyes of the E-Train
Still stare at me
Prescient
Before a September morn
And present beyond many more
Afterwards and now
The eyes are still there
The Big Eye of Our Apple
Just at the passageway
From Chambers Street Station
To the Trade Center Stop
A passage of eyes in tile
Mosaic of many nations
And largest of all
Iris Corona of colors
Embedded in the puzzle
Pupil Wide, Open Mouth
Fixed in a Scream:
Our City
Epicenter of the Universe