Abstract

We are concrete like the portico slab,
One which fell down killing laborers
Working under it, while still making.

The portico was concrete but less so.
Mortar was less concrete for morals.
Lives went on, of concrete goodness.

But the faces were not that concrete.
They had abstract countenances with
Halos around them as they lay dead.

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