A riot is a riot
And rot is rot
Sunday is a day of the week just like the other days
Crush stone
Crush garlic
Crush your enemies while you keep them closer
Crush ice
Shatter so well
Crush a root or a flower
Crumble and powder
Power and transmission
It's "you'll have it when you need it"
Wires in mud all over again, with more wires and more mud than ever before
I will give them the last word and pretend they begged for it
Crush cans to a better place
Crush bicycles under truck tires
Crush nuts for a cake
Crush arms in accidents
The rocks, they were crushed into dust
And will never be unseen
Like ice's long, slow journey to the sea
Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States
1 comments:
"Crushing ice" and "ice's long slow journey" make this poem for me, among the possibilities of crushing and crushes and the possibility of "crushing enemies" or pretending to "give them the last word." How I wish some emotions and moments could be forgotten, but no, they only change and do that quite slowly.
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