American Simile
American Simile
Like trying to build a city below sea-level.
Like building a cathedral in Gomorrah.
Like attempting to clarify the Mississippi.
Like swimming across the Crescent bend,
Through unnavigable currents and
Swirling Charybdis, siren-called.
Like building levees through craters,
Damning wards and raising parishes,
Saving quarters, praising insolence.
Like un-erecting bronzed statues,
Washing away memories of sins,
With muddy, hurricane force.
Like forgetting the high water marks,
Bricking, un-mortared, over low water marks,
Filling drains and pumping up.
Like building commerce on piracy,
Like fearing the wake more than the vessel,
Like building cannon-less bastions.
Like fighting addiction with drugs,
Like fighting violence with guns,
Like fighting affliction with incarceration.
Like passing drawn flowers for lies.
Like passing bent palms for truth.
Like passing through with vengeance.
Like pretending it’s a city on a hill.
Like remembering it’s a city on a hill.
Like making it a city on a hill.
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