The City – A Poem

Beauty built on fear of death,IMG_2084
Our hearts beat time to feel distress.

Chiselled names in marble tolled,
Build a god to not grow old.

Stand in columns, sweat we’re sold,
Carved to ward an end untold.

Beauty built in ploy of death,
Whom needs no stone to steal our breath.


Isaac Olajos

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