Vs.

Destruction:

They are tearing down

Building again

Their roots are showing; you see?-

Exposed to or deprived of oxygen

The intensity of concrete lives on

In the eyes of men attempting

To breathe less often

Vs.

Creation:

She built a radio

Out of waves

The static is his love

She can’t see but knows is there

Whoever listens to it

But every one?

Vulnerable:

I shape your longing into king-sized marbles

Like the ones we rolled down a hill

And waited on either side of cement

Like ash on the edge of a tray

Any breeze could pick us up

And disperse us into opposite directions

Vs.

Shielded:

You are like honey inside a jar

There will be atoms of you left

Like shadows moving

In and out of

Spheres, always a box

To protect them from falling asleep