Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Fresh Kills _ White Stone - Day 33



White Stone - Day 33

Mention of Rome brings into memory energy of concrete.
As such, the inventors or perfecters of the concrete thing that built an empire, the concrete thing is being assembled somewhere in the future.
In fact slabs of white concrete are being attached to some steel frame.
I step back and see an obelisk like structure thirty to forty feet high being constructed on the Fresh Kills Landfill.
It is my, our tombstone, that exists nowhere else for some.
In a way, what is left of the trash of generations of New Yorkers is also now considered sacred hallowed ground.
They are painting the concrete with a phosphorous based paint.  The obelisk will glow at night with a little help of some light.
There are no names carved here. This is a monument to all the unknown souls who perished that day 911.
Friends, relatives, historians are invited to paint and add graffiti to the base of the monument up to ten feet.
The other twenty to thirty feet of the monolith will be seen from the nearby highway and also by some planes landing day or night at Newark.
It is a gravestone of sorts on the physical parts of me.
Body gone, at rest in sight of white stone.  The image that has haunted me is in focus.
On the body thing – finally some closure.




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