Thursday, April 28, 2022

Concrete Poetry

 

Rend pavement

Into the statues of war heroes

In unflattering poses:


Mid-war crimes unspeakable.

Crying to God to bring their dead loved

ones back as they contemplate the end.

Embracing a mistress for solace.

Picking fights with locals at a bar.


Cement retellings. 


Smelt gold

to forge a monument of me

and you in wartime,

in the poses of everyday life,

worrying about the little concerns

of tax return filing, watching or studying baseball team performances,

Or just sitting in general comfort.


Place us side by side, cement and gold,

at our finest museums.


Let it tell the story no one wants to tell themselves.

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