Concrete Jungle Poem by Alex Garr

On an open expanse of
Grass, beasts belching exhaust
Eat away at sod and dirt.
Roots of metal and plastic are buried
Underground while concrete is planted.

Monsters whose necks stretch hundreds
Of feet into the sky extend hooked
Tongues to build upon the sapling.

Insects who walk on two legs,
Covered in an orange exoskeleton,
Scurry across the metal branches,
While the sun bakes a nest of metal
Rods.

Finally, after weeks of growth,
The once barren swathe has birthed
Mankind’s masterpiece:

Trunk and branches encased in
Glass. Its tallest branch
Stretching towards the heavens
As it takes in the broadcasts from
The hive mind.
The colony concealed within
Its depths, working endlessly
To keep the structure running.