The Man Who Tried to Pin Down Art.
Greenwich Village.
He now belonged to it.
He walked
At every corner that he turned he found another dismal space
The cranes and noise
Where some old gracious home or useful store had been
Each year...again ...again
That Bloomberg maniac.
The dust was gathering
And misting out the past.
New Tribes were creeping in
Manhattan’s long lost pastures green
Was being swallowed up
... invaders , all to left and right
The Oligarghs and Gargoyles rich with Dollar Beans
Arriving with gold teeth and sweeping all before them
A flock of beaky geese worshipers of Dollar Gods.
Each day, into the city morning air he walked
A map was folded in his hand.
He found one corner then another
But they did not match.
A tourist bus went flying by ..they screamed
Oh ...there it is...but it was not.
For many years the man walked every street
To lead him there.
Each time he thought he’d found it
But then to his despair..he’d not.
At last the man who tried to pin down art
Had to admit..
The place that he’d been seeking did not exist !
It was a work of Art.
No more than that !
Kristine Byrne...November 2013