Buried

above the buried cities
are rich deposits
and above the rich deposits
are poor natives
you have to be the enemy of everything
to conquer territory
those are not graves
those are the hidden blueprints
for multi-storied office parks
assigned to the analysis
of idols never yet discovered

This poem was published in Issue 8 of Genre: Urban Arts.

Andy Oram
April 13, 2019

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