outside
raindrops fall to the pavement
far below this forever shut window,
obscuring reflections-
i live between abstractions
reality and memory-
i pray
there is enough left of me
for my children to find the safe passage home
in this city
we pay our tithing to stone-
we are gods of aftermath
fallen from our crooked thrones
into the darkness
where we burn our pyres for warmth
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-budding-trees-and-pillars-of-concrete/
