City IV
How many times have I done this before?
Taken these broken stones
to rebuild this broken house.
Was this stone ever fresh?
Once, when it was whole… maybe
That is but a distant memory.
Yet. I start fresh –
with broken things,
The debris of dust and air.
The remains of yesterday.
I always took a moment to look
at the calmness that lay afterwards.
At the poignant beauty of destruction
The charred remains of a life rewritten
Like a tree that grows from a raped stump
A few moments of naked brown flesh
Taken these broken stones
to rebuild this broken house.
Was this stone ever fresh?
Once, when it was whole… maybe
That is but a distant memory.
Yet. I start fresh –
with broken things,
The debris of dust and air.
The remains of yesterday.
I always took a moment to look
at the calmness that lay afterwards.
At the poignant beauty of destruction
The charred remains of a life rewritten
Like a tree that grows from a raped stump
A few moments of naked brown flesh