Impermeable
Cities of asphalt
and rivers of cement,
the burning blacktop
sticky with tar and oil.
Footsteps pound into unforgiving stone
Monsters of gasoline blare and roar.
And when we fall
And when it’s time to return to the ground
Blood can’t seep into soil
Bones can’t rest within the dirt
Bodies can’t quiet
can’t settle
can’t decay
only riot.
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