these crumbling buildings lose
their language;
so, too, our lives in the whip
of vehicle mob
buzzing by as if to a utopian
space colony,
our great chase to indebtedness
empty vessels:
we tie on the more practical shoe,
limping for logo,
the supernal lost in us, measuring
distance instead
with plans of driving the gap to zero
all in one tongue;
we’ve stopped looking at the craft
of old buildings:
cut them straight now, grind
without noticing
how they once bent windy days
like wildflowers.
Post-industrial first appeared in Washington Square Review
Timothy Dodd is from Mink Shoals, WV. He is the author of short story collections Fissures, and Other Stories (Bottom Dog Press), Men in Midnight Bloom (Cowboy Jamboree Press), and Mortality Birds (Southernmost Books, with Steve Lambert), as well as poetry collections Modern Ancient (High Window Press) and Vital Decay (Cajun Mutt Press). Tim is also a visual artist who primarily exhibits in the Philippines. Sample artwork can be found on Instagram @timothybdoddartwork. His website is timothybdodd.wordpress.com.
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