Farming Our Own
February 8, 2025
back in the city means remembering the stench
seven fractal lenses of has-been-human
left behind as trash, as unseen, unclean
banned from cleaning places, de-personed
piled on the anti-homeless architecture
bird above ripping down the anti-bird wire
because no-one's going to arrest a bird
and the last officer to take a shot at it
on leave for reasons of public appearance
ignoring the deaths of the roust-and-shift
burning Hoovervilles no longer news
regulatory mandates saying make new waves
that we might no longer see enforced decay
talk down to those birds, who like us
are one step away from permanent nature
but unlike us, leave grey smears of pride
municiple vehicles whitewashing abandonment
laid out in pigeon bespackled glorification
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#poem #poety #writing* * *
*cusses out the lack of spellcheck on the tablet thing*
I know, it'll get hit in the edits, but OW.