These concrete shells are made of bones
All these cities, grand and tall, the lime
inside the mixture is the mess of time
where seashells settled ages before Rome
mixed their dessications with the ash
of death, volcano wheezing, and stirred into
a city. We sit on dead trees. We're piled onto
a pavement that is driving overpasses
Where dead sea creatures settled down
and the falling water washed them clean
where oil is removed from broken soil, drowned
in some disastrous flood, stone pressed scream
until all the death oozes out of them, so we drive
Our mezzanines of crushed cemetery lives
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