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)
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