Concrete Jungles

Kurt Philip Behm

There’s a wildness to a city

that wilderness doesn’t have

 

In closeness—an isolation

as tenants stalk their paths

 

The repetition of wanton avarice

pits dog and dog upon dog

 

The knife edge of the skyscrapers

cutting the residents into cogs

 

There’s a fierceness to the streets

the rockiest trail can never match

 

A menace looms inside their shadows

impossible to catch

 

Hidden death within the gridlock

as nature disappears

 

A violence calling from within

—only city dwellers hear

 

(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)

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  • Lorna

    On a sunny day a City can be fun to visit - and then it closes in and becomes an overcrowded jail....... oh back to the country........

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Yes, it's when they overload the senses that we're most vulnerable.

      Thanks for reading.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks so much Hood, I'm glad it resonated. Thanks for
      reading.

      Kurt

    • Laura🌻

      Kurt,
      A metaphorically rich write which I enjoyed reading! It did make me think of that “rat race”!

      You’re so spot on with your response to Lorna’s comment!

      We are “most vulnerable when they overload the senses”! We do need to distance ourselves from that city’s wildness if we want to survive...intact!

      ~Laura~



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