Also Mutants

Matador Rose

5-30-17

One day
they're gonna tear all these buildings down.
Stone doesn't mean we stay;
not like it used to,
         at least.

Feels like a wave
         and it's gone.

Word counts are arbitrary;
like song meanings
         or lifetimes.
The internet says it's ok
         until it isn't.
Are we? We don't know
         until we're not.

Feels like a wave
         and it's gone.

I am the sum of my peers.
I am the rise and fall
         and rise again and fall again.
Plant me firmly
with a stem bisecting my cheeks
         to make a run at this
knowing what my outcome is.

Feels like a wave
         and it's gone.

Best Medium-Length Poem, Free Verse