...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

15. Steady Roar

Steady roar of freeway traffic,
somehow louder at night, penetrates

all air, which holds and spreads it.
My son ascribes the sound to the tires

of cars, not their rumbly engines,
I assume because it's white noise.

This noise is the product of white men,
who penetrated the land with help

they ascribed out loud to destiny,
who grew tired

of going to and fro in it,
walking up and down in it, and

then made corridors to channel the wind,
so that it might be aimed.

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