by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Boerum Hill, Little Caughnawaga
where the glamour boys of structural steel sleep
Skyline depended on them one hundred
twenty years, six generations. Mohawk
crews fashioned the city, iron dressed
and floated her into ether.
After the fall,
everyone, clear to Zuni, put on call, smoke-
jumpers, seventy, eighty percent Native
crews, lived it, in the heat: colonization,
construction, that morning, this day,
every beam in balance despite horror
in the world.
Copyright ©:
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Last updated March 04, 2023