POETRY

Concrete

Concrete

Smothering with profound prejudice,
Steadfast and solidified.
A weighted blanket
Suffocating open fields,
Splitting, when trees uproot,
But easily merged into
Systemic circulation.

Currents deterred by reinforced foundations;

Armor immune to ashing;

Wind is as it appears–

A constant plague on the souls
Who tread on me…
Outlasting those who march
On me tomorrow.

When the world grays
And all that lived are dust and dry venom,
My slab will lie vigilant.

I endure.

Editorial Acknowledgments

Thank you to Jarrod Wetzel-Brown for his inspired edits on the piece.

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