A Prison Song


the continuation of Philadelphia’s Market Street on Delaware’s eastern bank

is poisoned atmosphere discontinued thru abandoned structures

there are no stores in designated places

along the one way four lane formerly city street [this is no longer a city]

with no fear of getting hit [it’s already hit]

on its own accord the blood moon once full

bled out and yet the gray visage remains

if only because of parting clouds and in that instance poetry is seen

by some the few walking this still street

what liquid courses thru our veins tonight Walt Whitman?

as ghosts stride by your beloved Delaware they try and catch a glimpse

of your penultimate abode only 200 yards south of Market

and yet the view is obstructed

by the panopticon prison

rising as the one of countless American/Babylonian towers

in the cluttered but abandoned Camden air what thoughts course thru ghosts’ minds of you tonight

Walt Whitman?

the date is Thursday April 17th 2014

and there is a fair situated on the former foundation of another prison tonight

directly north of the big pale blue Ben Franklin bridge

imagine the revelry

the prison was only torn down a few years ago

and now it’s a big fucking party America screaming drunk children revitalizing the cities

kicking out the residents

redistributing the poor not the wealth

the prisoners shipped to the suburbs in privacy

not so subtle slavery what do you think Walt Whitman?

how long is the party going for? will we overstay our welcome?

there are no peaches left, no penumbras,

what fun is there in eyeing the grocery boy now?

“the sodomite is dead!” they said and still the phantom mob stands

on what used to be known as Mickel Street

America changed the name to MLK Boulevard in mock honor

and all the blacks incarcerated are laughing thinking of you Walt Whitman

our precious American saint rise from your tomb at Harleigh

and break the tower’s foundations once and for all

 

About Sean William Lynch
Sean William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

4 Responses to A Prison Song

  1. Matt says:

    Good shit Sean, I felt like I was in Camden. I’d love to shoot the shit me you and Walt Whitman at the Victor

  2. What prison is this being sung in? They’re unusually educated prisoners.

  3. Sean Lynch says:

    You’re obtuse Rami.

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