Terrible Terra by Matt Torres

I believe in the stars that I cannot see 

veiled beneath a black sky, the

constellations I have never beheld,

but have been told hold dominion over

the terra and her feeble people and

her brick and mortar cities

and her cities full of immoral mortals who 

clean sidewalks on Sunday mornings then 

spit stains on tainted concrete the next, 

people with silver teeth and 

gums like swamplands, lands like webs

that stretch to further lands where 

people spend their entire

lives living wayward, the 

dilapidated bridges and the claw marked sky,

the birds eye looking down upon a ghost town

the terra has outlasted—and 

will outlast—and will never let

grow, but she holds her children

back from the heavens where

the Titans fists pinch at worlds like

ours without remiss.