Bricks and Mortar

Scattered bricks and mortar

Rubble field corner to corner

Too heavy for the truck

Might get stuck in a rut

Bones of downed building

Large equipment wielding

No need for a sorter

For scattered bricks and mortar

City bus glows blue at night

Passengers protected from their evening plight

Headed home headed to work

Sometimes it’s tough to see the perk

X and V-shaped legs and arms

Cross with their scurry legged dogs

They sniff and root around the trees

Those dirty pits of the city streets

A tire heist on the corner

He stood hoisting black rubber

His glowing muscles they did wield

Near Pallet Factory and Rubble Field

Swirling colors on a brick wall

Rows of painted cinders standing tall

Deep reds and purple with green they meet

Sick graffiti just across the street

A cautious walk through the plot

Added metal and glass sparkle and dot

Like mountainside scree but only shorter

A city's history of bricks and mortar