Concrete Jungles

There’s a wildness to a city
  that wilderness doesn’t have

In closeness—an isolation
  as tenants stalk their paths

The repetition of wanton avarice
  pits dog and dog upon dog

The knife edge of the skyscrapers
  cutting the residents into cogs

There’s a fierceness to the streets
  the rockiest trail can never match

A menace looms inside their shadows
  impossible to catch

Hidden death within the gridlock
  as nature disappears

A violence calling from within
 —only city dwellers hear

(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)