LIBERTY

This was once New York –

this desert so extensive,

so grey it could be

the moon –

I was told this

by the only man

I’ve seen

for days.

I don’t know

how many of us remain.

Desert –

and this massive

head, broken from its neck,

bearing a bent diadem,

an aureole

of the seven seas,

the seven continents and seven rays

of the unrelenting sun.