Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Highway

A Highway
built across fields
development
or progress
they know
the difference
green grass
and a million lives
they know
the cost
trundling vehicles
loaded
goods or humans
day and night
without rest
weariness creeps
crevices
a tear
here or there
surface marred
shun them
drive slow
grass creeps back
to heal the breach
hold together
that cruel surface
a saviour now
to one
that annihilates.



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