Oct 1, 2023
Content Warning: Capitalist violence
They call this train the Empire Builder | |
each gilded town along the vast Imperial artery [
a hurried disruption of wood, and I consider ,
if cities are wounds or organs ?
Maybe each border is marked by hatchet trails /
veins, a main street where the grain of ‘worn wood ‘
hits the air and bleeds sap ?
I grasped a hatchet from my dad’s army pack when I was younger ;
filled with grim purpose of building my own empire —
violently hack empty space from bleeding parts -
and finally, with fire in my heart :
chopped the roots of ancient trees ~
that I believed had no grand purpose ,
that I thought were just a nuisance ../
But it is not useless; every poisonous heart can seed and sprout ‘
or finally be dried and pounded out for healing tincture “
and maybe this punctured canvas of a town can still be left to dry -
pulled and tied and stretched and broken up until ]
the streets are garden rows, sustaining a heart rebuilt \
the silt glimpsed from the far jailbar windows | |
within each car of the Empire Builder .