Don't blame the cement

manmade water
under handpainted light
smoky gray paste
in manufactured night 

pastel coloured women
glossy smile shaped holes
who obscure the beauty
of many a rose

a concrete blood vessel
a vein of the Earth
unhidden glory
a gray shells birth

don't blame the land
you can't see it
cover the earth
you don't need it

do you really touch the ground
with all that cement around?

the rose just a rock now
brittle and cracked
glossy shells never dull though
divinity sacked

And if you're not on the ground you're flying
the body has died, soul crying