Jan 2022
When men **** nature,
Sterile children may be born,
Of concrete and steel.
Angles sharp and tall,
They grow to the sky daily,
On their mother's grave.
Then in false homage,
They build a fake monument,
With locks of mom's hair.
This is Central Park,
A manufactured green space,
For all that was killed.
Malodorous meat,
Offered to the hungry dogs,
Who think it prime beef.
Sterile children may be born,
Of concrete and steel.
Angles sharp and tall,
They grow to the sky daily,
On their mother's grave.
Then in false homage,
They build a fake monument,
With locks of mom's hair.
This is Central Park,
A manufactured green space,
For all that was killed.
Malodorous meat,
Offered to the hungry dogs,
Who think it prime beef.
This poem is a variation on a theme I wrote about when still in College titled "Central Park". You can hear me read "Central Park" at https://anchor.fm/victor-d-lopez/episodes/A-reading-of-my-poem--Central-Park-evjmgg
