This is a new poem. I'm a little rusty because it's been about nine months since my last one.

“Decaying Infrastructure”

Dear friend, squire of the poor
Kingpin of 125th & 2nd, the place
You gorily supplanted and moored
Do you feel adequate now?

That you’ve contributed to the
Decaying infrastructure to this
Golden city to the worlds infinite
Eye, you’ve gave it a sty

Does every addict dying fasten-
Your deepening insecurity, every
Lonely child crawling in streets
Of pins and tinted needles

Your Neapolitan needs have eroded
Every camaraderie you’ve salvaged,
New York’s arteries have corroded
From each corner store you’ve ravaged

You’ve become Harlem’s newest savage
Take a proud bow, the ignored pigeons
Will see to your last breath, before you pass
Into dusk with deafening sirens punctuating your end