Erosion

The soil of the city is in mourning –
                            – No light –
since industry claimed sod
to be in competition with progress.

Many stones have since been laid
on the humbled back of the earth.
                            Us traveling,
with footfalls slapping pavement.

                            Where is the field –
The brush of grass
against bare feet and ankles –
We have covered the world in hard sorrow.