25.04.2020 (Pozzolana.)
We’ve survived worse, Malibu
Will still be there after all of this, but
Below brutalism, at its foundation, the
Baseline, who can muster a foxtrot when
Touch is dead, Holy Houses have turned to
Dust before this, Rome strengthened with
Age, but it’s fluid, a wave, dancing, spacing, we
Lost track, the house was built, it wasn’t
Solid, it turned out to be a
Song.
Underneath the architecture my
Dancing never stopped.
We’ve survived worse, Malibu
Will still be there after all of this, but
Below brutalism, at its foundation, the
Baseline, who can muster a foxtrot when
Touch is dead, Holy Houses have turned to
Dust before this, Rome strengthened with
Age, but it’s fluid, a wave, dancing, spacing, we
Lost track, the house was built, it wasn’t
Solid, it turned out to be a
Song.
Underneath the architecture my
Dancing never stopped.
Lucy Meanwell is a performer and poet who writes about beautiful things, awful things, but mostly both at once. The Last Green Thing, her debut collection of poetry, was published in the summer of 2019. She lives with her family in Toronto, Ontario. More on her and her work can be found at lucymeanwell.ca.