National Poetry Month Day 2: Dirt Under Your Fingers

It’s day 2 and here’s your poem from the prompt, Dirt Under Your Fingers. It’s a cascade form, one of my favourites, so enjoy.

Dirt Under Your Fingers

Concrete cage framed in steel girders
gridlocked by sky-scraping shadows
can’t feel the dirt under your fingers

Patterned existence locked in rhythm
of a wounding heartbeat feeding that
concrete cage framed in steel girders

Incessantly serving an almighty voracity
that looms its corpulent presence,
gridlocked by sky-scraping shadows

Final warning past the sunset stress
and the thud of burial atop your coffin
Can’t feel the dirt under your fingers