It’s not
I was birthed in the city.

The city came to me.

There was already a field. I was only
another accident, wild

as the brutal winter.
Planners came. They must have

seen in me something that withstands
the way time weathers a body.

Architects saw fit to configure structures
in complement to my arms and crown.

People commune inside concrete as I
reach skyward, while the building, no matter

what its contortion, does not breathe.

Bio: Laton Carter