The Sound Of The City

the sound of the city is all noise
like a hammer destroying the walls of my
soul
a church, a dome, a mountain
hallowed by pigs
and squirrels
there is this mind that conquers all
the imagination that
converts the noise
into a song
there is this gut that is strong
and it is mine
alone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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