City of God and City of Man.
this landscape
suggests a few things
the city planners
don’t understand.
Cities have a way
of wrapping you in
sinking you deeper
and deeper each day
as your roots are severed
from flesh and blood
and the rawness
of rural life.
We faint
at the realities of life.
and we linger like a fish
in a watery environment.
There’s life outside the pond?
And of course
the planner rages;
Without his work,
he pouts,
this place will go to seed
and become
a proverbial
New Mogadishu.
I have my doubts.
I weep and survey some
tattered buildings
as workers sweep the dirt
under the bridge.
I decide
sometimes
I’d rather
deal with the
“utter disorder”
of whimsy
than the whims
of a blind city planner.
(Photo Credit: Benadventure)
