Buried in the Bedrock and Concrete of Our Cities

if not actively reminded
 constantly forgotten from
 horrific to the everyday first
 as tragedy then as farce
 sharpened dulled in
 rapid succession across
 generation back in familiar
 territory butt-deep in furthest
 reaches standing in the orange
 clay by ruins
 of foundations flashing
 glimpses fragmented horizons
 the obelisks peak cloaked in
 fog reaching up drop
 of blood shining on
 a sword piss cum and
 bull hide ten months
 in the soil collapsed
 the grave my womb
 may god fear any
 children I may help
 bring into this world
 for evil they will be
 in body and mind
 earth sun and dead
 moon they will honor
 inspired by disgust in
 laws of man their arts
 will be made up from
 a world beyond madness
 from a life all find worth
 living barbed wire cut down
 with the fence well hung
 on the gallery wall tarpaulin
 plastic streamers color and frame