Valley Of Stone Icons And Swingsets Poem by nathan martin

in the valley of stone icons and swingsets
there are no stone icons or swingsets.

but still concrete angels with brightly enameled
orange ribcages crash violently into one another.

now there has not been grass in this valley since 78
just cement with crawling octopus monikers
painted along it.

they were created by wandering transients with buckets
of red and green algae.

if this seems stange and difficult it was..

mostly for the artist who used the space for
their murals and dandilion leaves in
there loose leaf tea.

now in between the remaining cacti a porcelain madonna
is still with child.

she is working hard to save the buffalo..

all those silver nickels add up, she keeps them in a jar and
hopes to get some ink finished on her sleeve.

meanwhile tin gypsies also known as fortune tellers in
aluminum trailers are springing up everywhere.

but even they could not have foreseen..