We removed our heritage —
our heresies and now
we build upon unsettled ground —
a slurry of sand
shifted as the wind may go,
without reason,
without context,
brash against our failures,
certain in our subsidence
— the edifice must stand
despite the knowledge,
engineered through studious
obligation, the eons of brick,
mistaken as they are — pervious
as they are — providing
a foundation against which
we may rebel.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 