And the Poets Down Here...

by Trina Scordo

A bell rings.

Men and women stand
on line. Collect
pink slips. Newark iron
gates slide and lock.
Foreclosure signs

on Asbury Ave
empty porches.
A shut down
hotel construction project
abandoned salt water taffy stand
border Ocean Ave.
A city employee
nails the baby blue amusement
ticket booth closed.

Warped 60 foot wide
planks creak.
Gaudy Palace
lights burn out
one by one.

In the arcade
metal and glass
pinball machines
flash game over.
Red and blue bumper cars
stall. The drone
of steel and chrome

The iron
Aurora is dismantled.