We
Are Banished
We carried each stone
for two hundred
years,
Lime, but
your fingertips left
marks
as though in flesh.
The landscape grew
around us
balconies and gold
copulas,
and each wrought iron
curl pierced youin some way.
It took millennia
to get the gates to
rust,
but we did it, and they
closed around us.
The city, born and
aged,is dying.
The cold will fall, and
cover us,
long before it even
soaks the brick.Procrastination, you say, makes it seem unfair,
but these are the rules of procreation.
The cities are as old
as the Earth,
and have always been
feeding.
The cathedrals
are
bone
and
still
We worship.
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| Laura graduating |
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Laura won the Rhiannon Evans poetry scholarship this year.
Laura won the Rhiannon Evans poetry scholarship this year.
