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In Manhattan

did Genghis Khan rule; 

conquest over heathens

& infidels in stasis 

in contemporary modes.

The soldiers will overcome 

a modicum of danger & suspense 

to ravage the subways

filled & overflowing with drones

heading to & fro to nowhere.

The pitiful will be vanquished; 

the lepers will be exiled

out on a long island

and the city will become holy; 

purified for the dieites.

The skyscrapers graze the clouds

and Wall Street visions are nestled 

with visions of stocks & bonds & gold;

the billowy smog of traffic jams 

don’t deter a soul.

Jaywalkers control taxicabs 

and a few museums speak up 

to the onrushing avalanche

of city folk scurrying thru the park

to reach the other side.

A multitude of language floats 

gently cascading the air 

and red lights inspire

a quick symphony of horns

blaring modern urban despair.

Encircled by two rivers

heading east and heading west

til statues standing tall intensely

suggest a nectar of paradise

Of civilized moments unfound.