Concrete Jungles

There’s a wildness to a city that wilderness doesn’t have In closeness—an isolation as tenants stalk their paths The repetition of wanton avarice pits dog and dog upon dog The knife edge of the skyscrapers cutting the residents into cogs There’s a fierceness to the streets the rockiest trail can never match A menace looms inside their shadows impossible to catch Hidden death within the gridlock as nature disappears A violence calling from within —only city dwellers hear (Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)