Poem for the City: They’re Installing the Grass Today

To cover their graves they do not see
Helping nature to help them under

The foreman says align them right so they’ll fill in fast
Fill in fast they will. So much wasted geometry
We want the wild all smooth and seamless spread

To make city block look like country
Like buying dirt and hauling home
Planting those blades seems oh so wrong


Watching immigrant contractors planting prairie grasses on a yet-to-be developed block in the heart of the gold coast of the city of Chicago.