a poem

lament

the air is different now
even at six am the back hoes clatter on the hillsides
chunking away at the earth with voracious steel jaws
as if they want to devour everything in sight
even at nine pm the cement trucks roll in the dark
pouring, pouring, pouring
filling up the soft green spaces with their concrete cargo
the night breezes at catherinberg are hollow now
as if the soul of the place has been choked
by the constant belching of suv’s

beneath the feet of strangers

the air is different now
i feel its hollow spaces everywhere

             

  Bev Melius
                Excerpted from the St. John Sun Times

2 thoughts on “a poem”

  1. I KNOW IT IS SAD.THE SAME THING IS GOING ON IN RURAL TN.AROUND THE GREAT SMOKEY MOUNTAINS.I HAVE NOTED THIS IS OCCURING IN MOST ALL OF OUR PRECIOUS PLACES.

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