Howard Good The 2River View, 6.3 (Spring 2002)

At the New England Holocaust Memorial

Puritan-gray evening in Boston,
I find on a long traffic island
suggestions of smokestacks,
the dead rising around me
as serial numbers and exhaust.
Tourists prefer someplace else,
that nameless intersection
familiar from dreams.
But I was always already here,
among the young orphans with old faces
safe under Plexiglas.

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