On Easter

On Easter

We thought

To witness

The Falls

Where the brass

Of Hamilton's dream

Stands bust

Over Paterson's

Mill bent

Foreclosure

On that same spot

Where cars
Of Salvadoran

Refugee kids

Make babies

In desperate

Gushes

Old Burr smiles

His traitorous

Rictus grin

Eyes shut

Death- masked

On past

Republican dreams

Locked

In the County

Of Kings

Museum

This duel

Of cliffs

And clefts

Rewakens

And quickens

A tyrant sprIng

Doc Williams

Has written

The script

Before

Barreling

Over the Falls

The fool

We seeking

Nature

Left damp

From the mist

Will crumble

Like tourists

Of time

A verse

Tom McGlynn

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