December Poem 1

Baked in by the sun, I wall mad.

We reclaimed the nation’s highways,

The earthquakes, the tornadoes.

School shootings, dissolved tissue.

 

Nature destroyed by asphalt.

Planes as fat as forest fires.

Gang violence replaced, mineralized.

A fossil the eye can see.

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