the way rebar juts into the air
shattered at so many points
though still rigid
as if ignorant of its own defeat
or defiant
placed here as a guide to the sky
for the sludge that would be concrete
a stoic artery
a nerve connecting hand to mouth to brain
in a network now obliterated
though the rebar remains
remembers its form and its duty
sends pulses down into the rubble
rusts over at each jagged opening.
from the Winter/Spring 07/08 issue of FreeFall
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