Let the crane take back the engine
Let the crane take back the wheel
And I feel that the world should come with me
When I ride to the crack in the earth...
--Trip Shakespeare, The Crane
I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
--Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck
Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,
And our poor fancy-play
Oh, but it is dirty!
-- this little filling station,
to a disturbing, over all
Be careful with that match!
Father wears a dirty,
Do they live in the station?
Have they knives? Om Ah Hum -- Have they sharp metal wood
to shove in eye ear ass? Om Ah Hum
& slowly reclined on the pavement, struggling to keep my woolen
bag of poetry address calendar & Leary-lawyer notes hung
from my shoulder
dragged in my neat orlon shirt over the crossbar of a broken metal
dragged slowly onto the fire-soiled floor an abandoned store,
laundry candy counter 1929 --
now a mess of papers & pillows & plastic car seat covers cracked
cockroach-corpsed ground --
--Allen Ginsberg, Mugging
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
I never believed that in my broken life