It took 3000 tons of asphalt
to stamp out the long-residing
stateless spirit of nature here.
And paint,
signage,
drainage,
rebar,
geotextile fabric. 3000 tons of asphalt
on top of sinless abundance. Aren’t we
losers, losing our place
to lower life forms
branching off the animal kingdom forever.
Aren't we losers,
losing joyous uproar
in crowded town squares,
losing our hair, losing our order, losing
our scent, our horror at torture.
Losing each growth quarter.
Losing our will
to even share the planet with each other.
