Occupation
by Bruce Toien
A linking of arms
Against the brusque rush
Of hooves and batons
Beating on black Lexan shields
Meant for defense …
Against defenselessness.
We feint back
And the line holds,
Face to visored face
With helmeted brothers and sisters
Black clad in the night,
Servants of order …
Whether eager or heartbroken.
(It’s not you, but the machine we’re fighting)
We are the grass under old tarmac,
Growing through sunlit cracks
Crazing the lifeless black …
Asphalt.
We are tender green vines
Twining up through
Imposing dead towers
Of steel and glass,
Ozymandias monuments to mad avarice:
Rapturous, seductive, euphoric …
And deadly.
Yes, a rootling can split a rock
Yes, grass can push through
The brittlest pavement.
Life will not be denied,
As it probes
Patient and persistent …
Reaching for the light.
-:- Bruce Toien