Concrete Jungles Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

There's a wildness to a city
that wilderness doesn't have

In closeness—an isolation
as tenants stalk their paths

The repetition of wanton avarice
pits dog and dog upon dog

The knife edge of the skyscrapers
cutting the residents into cogs

There's a fierceness to the streets
the rockiest trail can never match

A menace looms inside their shadows
impossible to catch

Hidden death within the gridlock
as nature disappears

A violence calling from within
—only city dwellers hear

(Train To White River Junction: March,2018)