Independence (2006)



he walks face down
o’er slabs of cracked concrete
light in his step
his pounding resounding in each of his feet
a moment of breathlessness
shocked at the sound
a lull in Nature?
he’ll smash it and crash it back into the ground
his comrades don’t know him
but they speak in tone
and many among them
are listening, whistling, our patience on loan
language is futile
in solitary places
received, achieved, through expressions on faces
I hate this new trend
obsessing, convulsing
pretentious and careless
kept close to their hearts, sychronously pulsing
Copyright L.M. 2006.  (Written March 9th, 2006.).

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