Saturday, November 28, 2015


      Graffiti Slouches Toward Salem

Commuter Rail rattles toward Chelsea, Lynn,
Swampscott. It was in Ipswitch, north of Salem, 
Lionel Chute and son James switched nations, 
emigrating from Dedham, County Essex, in 1634. 
Along the tracks houses turn their backs. We 
pass junk-packed yards and storage sheds. On 
the right, in a ragged marsh, beds of cat-tails 
stand stiff in their washed-out winter shades. 
The train ducks beneath an overpass, rises, 
passing boarded second story glass windows.
Taggers with their spray cans, like busy dogs, 
have had their say on blank walls with cryptic
abstract designs — on walls above shore wrack 
left by social tides for art abhors a vacuum. 

(Lionel's great grandson, Thomas  moved to Maine in 1735.)

1 comment:

  1. Boy-oh-boy, Bob, better than ever, and so gratifying to see that the Horses of Instruction needn't take a back seat to the mindless Tigers of Wrath. Best regards, and keep them coming. Ken Rosen