World Trade Center

From the Poetry Window at East Village Books (99 St. Mark's Place between Avenue A and First Avenue) ... featuring this work by Donald Davis... 

World Trade Center 

You so want to tug on her pleated sleeve 

Tell the tour guide how you have been here 

Once a long time ago when you were learning
The real ABC's of an unmindful people 

You want to tell her how plants have feelings 

That spiders will attach to your thumb 

Slide down a string on way to a thing 

On their own crows will belch a single verb 

Then fly off kind of like the night crawlers 

Move away from your light the way 

Coils of DNA recoil from a determined future