I walked down Wall Street tonight and it felt
as if someone was walking inside me
another person taking steps for me
My executioner told me I couldn’t write September Eleventh poetry
I’m breathing again the World will become a New City
People will hug in the street Elizabethanly
We will invent a new language together
Queen Elizabeth will return from her coven
Covent Garden and all will sing opera
on the steps of the Federal Building joining hands