Concrete Beat
By
Christopher Nadeau
Stretching, spreading, growing,
Everywhere at once.
Weeds between the cracks, mothers with broken backs.
Cold. Hot. Always changing,
Footfalls echo, fade, recede, back and forth,
Blood everywhere, unnoticed, unrecognized, unacknowledged.
Bodies soften the surface for those whose feet,
Rarely tread upon roughness.
Sounds fill the air, the mind, the soul,
As dim light hits the eyes just right.
Addictions abound, stenches surround,
Who cares?
Does anyone care?
Did anyone ever care?
It has always been here, unfolding, enveloping.
Leading nowhere, sometimes somewhere, rarely and always
Everywhere. There. Up ahead.
More.
Enormous, jutting things, filled with
People. Empty, unfulfilled people.
Dwelling and toiling inside the same
Material that leads to them.
Who cares?
Who gives a fuck?
Where does it end?
Shall we go for a stroll?
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