FallsApart Poetry Contest #1 - Finalist!

 

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by Mike Switzer

 

Skyscrapers rake the air in a perverted photosynthesis,

scratching at the energy they need to carry on living.

It takes so little and there is much to spare;

Earth is more robust than the tower cares to admit.

Once, one of them escaped to the forest, to compete with the trees;

it didn't work out. They found it, felled, in a field of lavender. The smells

          proved too much.

Later, the steel beams rooted 

and an apple tree grew from the decaying corpse;

too bad we all hate granny smiths.