Cityscape

Can you see the light

Blinking into the night?

Its not some distant beacon

Nor some furtive signal

Radio tower looms into the night

Its silhouette illuminated by its light

Sending out a high intensity beacon

Letting all know its loveless signal

Car drives down a water-slicked highway

Its body reflecting light a hundred feet away

Rain beats fast across the shining shell

As one man, one woman, one child listen

Hurtling steel takes man away

Down the similar self-reflecting pavement highway

The great gears turn, but the driver does not listen

His vehicle is his solid, physical shell

The great clouds above release their treasures

And fill with light, noise, pavement, steel

But Man remains

Can you see the cityscape?

ode to a clean house

in order to save our dusty souls

we waged war against black mold

and the ferocious spores

in order to win our fight

we shredded our house until all lay scattered

and the experts did their job

in the nature of reconstruction

we underwent the process of purging

and left undid all that was not worth saving

in the nature of purgitation

we found those things that had been purposely lost

and did our best to hide them again

in the house that we live

we have seen a reckoning

and breathe easy breaths

in the house that they built

we smoke decade old cigars

and listen to dusty firecrackers pop