The Beloved City Estranged
Above ground and in water
the slush of footsteps and heads walking with no bodies
roofs above scream as the drips of residue circumcise the battle within
clouds hover with anger as the beetles run to hide from the trumpet of ownership
in due time, the sun will reclaim the dance that was never hard to learn
This city is loved by strangers that inhabit the cracks of years ago
they broaden with time and the friction provides the escape to death and drowning
They live after they are washed away with the dirt and pebbles of nature
flowery dresses with elastic bands grip the dolls that move their eyes each time
the ground shifts.
There is no warning.
Just the safety of the wind and the sound of earthly fury that comes after prayers have been answered
The repentant hold their loins and curl into balls of fire
flames billowing with expectancy as the structures bow down to every syllable that emits
from the rubble.
Stewed parts of man and accomplice simmer in the enlarged feast of thousands
circulating with the guide of a crippled compass
Lead us to the city we love
the gap between us is large and bold
This affair will never end
no matter the level of estrangement
the sun is out
But, our eyes are closed.