My soul is being crushed by concrete.
Step by step across every sidewalk slab
Reverberations from my feet to my head
Pulverizing my spirit with unending waves of
lifeless gray energy.
Weeds sprout and explode from every exposed crevice
Ceaselessly applying the laws of thermodynamics,
A slow war against the cold concrete.
I applaud the war.
Yet I cringe at the sight of its decaying progress.
A visceral poke in the eye. A DMZ of the worst that
man and nature have to offer.
I shall carry a pocket full of wild flower seeds.
Spread them into every crevice of every concrete
Slab that threatens me. Entropy may come for me
But I will not go quietly.
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