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Concrete twist

By the time they meek inherit the earth
it will long be barren,
as prophets and Robin hoods of folklored yore
had been displaced by pharoahs and robber barrons.
Does mortar, bronze and sediment
triumph laborers broken sentiment?
Troves of gold a testament
to time management and a life well spent?

When man brings down the apocalypse
perhaps the greatest of ironies is
on monuments and graven images,
portraits of frozen likeliness,
and any human christened tunnel and bridge
the namesakes may find their very spirits gyved.

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