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Walking To Work
Beer cans tumble in the woodland streams.
Rivers pour into concrete: where rusted gates keep the way.
Trash, from car windows, fall land-bound to the roadside.
Graffiti conquers forgotten alleyways.
Tarps rip away from broken windows, hung on shards of glass.
Birds stumble through the smog.
Asphalt is laid, worn, then relaid.
Telephone wires droop and break away.
Traffic stops then starts, then stops again.
Sidewalks remain empty.
Trails dissolve into the brush.
Tree by tree it's cleared away.
My vision narrows to a screen.
My self forgets the meaning
The sun rises then sets
and I ask "What is a human being?"
Rivers pour into concrete: where rusted gates keep the way.
Trash, from car windows, fall land-bound to the roadside.
Graffiti conquers forgotten alleyways.
Tarps rip away from broken windows, hung on shards of glass.
Birds stumble through the smog.
Asphalt is laid, worn, then relaid.
Telephone wires droop and break away.
Traffic stops then starts, then stops again.
Sidewalks remain empty.
Trails dissolve into the brush.
Tree by tree it's cleared away.
My vision narrows to a screen.
My self forgets the meaning
The sun rises then sets
and I ask "What is a human being?"
Published 13th Apr 2019
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13th Apr 2019 9:46am
