| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Writing >> ID #1584271 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Rebirth, concrete;
rebirth, concrete. Traverse, reverse, log-in, rebirth. Growing against a dying, dead ends of torches have been re-lit, cultivating a bounty, burning the undergrowth. Master intercom, distorted, wailing like faint hurricanes. lonesome workers adjust meters, scientists moonlight as magicians. Rebirth, concrete; rebirth, concrete. Traverse, reverse, log-in, rebirth. Field automation, machines toil and drag until shoots of post apocalyptic creed unravel their prophecy. Science, the myth, in dreams do dead lie; now green rows steady, streaming the soil, repeating: rebirth, concrete; rebirth, concrete. traverse, reverse, log-in, rebirth. Flies buzzing at treetops to a key of radio frequencies, where marginalized institutions were free to untie their hands. Once we dreamed of left and right forgotten. Now we bear witness to a completed circle. Our demands have left unchanged. Rebirth, concrete; rebirth, concrete. Traverse, reverse, log-in, rebirth.
© Copyright 2009 David Hawk (UN: hawkmoth27 at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
David Hawk has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |