Unseen

My form beneath hardened black
reticulate limbs joined in purpose 
stability in the pores of the earth
the unseen strength of surviving. 


Storms rock and leave me naked
limbs bend from invisible violence 
heard in the moaning of the wires 
whistling danger along the eves.


Evidence of resistance breaks through
raised scars of the asphalt broken
growing in the harshness of your world
there is still beauty in my struggle.

Ciaran Burke