Graffiti Graveyard- Memorial Poem

Graffiti Graveyard is/was a place in Duluth where street artists would spray paint their murals. It was in an interesting location, underneath a highway. The homeless of duluth would sleep here, an upwards of 20 plus tents could be seen at night. It was an eyesore (that was also out of sight) for some Duluthians and they demanded the homeless sleep somewhere else. None of these Duluthians have even seen graffiti graveyard or know it's location. Underneath a bridge a community lives. Homeless, hopeless, society can't forgive. What we see; unkempt, unstable community. What they see; togetherness, and gain of unity. Bodies rest in battered tents the Highway Manor's up for rent the city folk will all lament over where their tax is spent. "They live under our highway? That's down right crazy! Evict all of them, I don't care if they hate me." Says the tax-paying, upstanding lady she only loves her neighbor if they drive a Mercedes. "Graffiti Graveyard is a sin!" No, it's a place where art lives and the exiled enjoy the presence of home that the art gives. Tags left their mark underneath and unseen. The city demands an exodus, and wipes their hands clean.