Jackhammer Poem by Matt Greenblatt

Jackhammer



Wielded, metal fist of man
Punch the concrete bag
Until the pavement quakes
And stands then only as a powder
No more than dampened coffee grounds
Not marble nor the guilded monuments
Could withstand those strokes, thudding home
Or match the senseless, violent beauty
That satisfies some primal pleasure

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Matt Greenblatt

Matt Greenblatt

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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