We grew up on the rivers and waters we cities. We built bridges and waterfronts and grew into large cement and macadam growths, like the desert hills swallow the jungle.

Our digger arms are the armies of the holocaust dredging and changing the face as leprosy changes the face…slowly, lethally.

The whore joins us, the lech hustles us, the pimp drains us. All anointed as heroes of the cause. The revolution. The new religions of godless wonders all gods nonetheless.

Poor people sledging through our thoroughfares, lost on dim afternoons and steep nights of heavy gravity on our streets pulled into our muck and sewers.

We indeed grew up