Fertile Concrete


Lead and fire, erupted out of the stainless . . . steel weapon of humane destruction
Lead and fire has left a heart broken; a napkin soaked in; tears of grief
Which pours out of the crease of 2 eye sockets
Then rolls down the cheeks of a grieving soul
onto the surface of a sleeping man child
Who open his eyes, then show his grandma his dimples and gummy smile
Then he fills his lungs up with air, ball up his little hands, kick his legs
then allow the church to become acquainted with his presence

In a setting which is sad, the young lad, who never had
the luxury of knowing his dad – Grew up to be a college grad
Through correspondence – Through the walls of correctional institutions
Un-consciously volunteered in the destruction of his neighborhood
Because he only knew of no better options . . .
Grew up in a culture of crime
Where money is worshiped and tough guys drop dimes
The world tried to rob him out of his prime
But he primed his mind with knowledge
Now he obtain raw power
I believe that the concrete produced a rose
but all you probably see is a flower.


  1. GL,

    Thank you for sharing this poem. Your words are so powerful and importantant. I was immediately drawn in by the title. My favorite detail was “a napkin soaked” when you showed the reader the destruction a bullet can leave behind.

    Please keep writing.

    Your fan,


  2. Andrea Ruggirello says:

    I love the phrases: “A napkin soaked in” and “dimples and gummy smile.” So evocative and unique.

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