Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 116
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Breakfast Cereal Manufacturer.
Dillinger’s eyes and Melvin Purvis’—
Dillinger grim, Purvis self-satisfied,
Both died of bullets.
Football field, suburb streets, gray-sheeted clouds
stretched out to the City ahead
Myriad pylons, telegraph poles, a lavender boiler.
Fulbright broadcast attacks war money
Crushed stone mounds, earth eaten
Henry Crown’s & General Dynamics’
dust rising from rubble
Sawdust burners
topped by black cloud—
sulphurous yellow
gas rising from red smokestacks
Power stations netted
with aluminum ladders and ceramic balls
rusty scrapheaps’ cranes
stub chimneys puffing gray air
Coalbarges’ old Holland dusk in a canal,
railroad tracks banded to the city
watertowers’ high legs walking the horizon
The Chinese Foreign Minister makes his pronouncement,
Thicker thicker metal
lone bird above phonepole
Thicker thicker smokestack wires
Giant Aztec factories, red brick towers
feeder-noses drooped to railyard
“All human military activity” suspended
says radio—
Campbell’s soups a fortress here,
giant can raised high over Chicago
forest of bridge signs
Church spires lifted gray
hazy towers downtown
a belfried cross beneath
dynamo’d smoke-cathedrals,
The train rolls slower
past cement trucks’
old cabs resting in produce flats
over city streets, rumbling
on a canal’s green mirror
past the blue paint factory,
Thicker thicker the wires
over cast iron buildings, black windows
local bus passing viaduct stanchions
a lone wino staggers down Industrial Thruway
This nation at war
sun yellowing gray clouds,
beast trucks down the
Garage’s bowels—
Bright steam
muscular puffing from an old slue
Meadowgold Butter besmeared with coal dust,
creosote wood bulwarks
Oiltank cars wait their old engine
tracks curve into the city’s heart
windowed hulks downtown
where YMCA beckons the homeless unloved,
the groan of iron tons inching against
whitened rail,
giant train so slowly moved
a man can touch the wheels.
II
Bus outbound from Chicago Greyhound basement
green neon beneath streets Route 94
Giant fire’s orange tongues & black smoke
pouring out that roof,
little gay pie truck passing the wall—
Brick & trees E. London, antique attics
mixed with smokestacks
Apartments apartments square windows set like Moscow
apartments red brick for multimillion population
out where industries raise craned necks
Gas station lights, old old old old traveler
“put a tiger in yr tank—”
Fulbright sang on the Senate floor
Against the President’s Asian War
Chicago’s acrid fumes in the bus
A-1 Outdoor Theatre
’gainst horned factory horizon,
tender steeples ringing Metropolis
Thicker thicker, factories
crowd iron cancer on the city’s throat—
Aethereal roses
distant gas flares
twin flue burning at horizon
Night falling on the bus
steady ear roar
between Chicago and New York
Wanderer, whither next?
See Palenque dream again,
long hair in America,
cut it for Tehuantepec—
Peter’s golden locks grown gray,
quiet meditation in Oaxaca’s
old backyard,
Tonala or Angel Port warm nights
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