The Holdout
by Korvus Korax / November 28th, 2021
While some of its skyscraper neighbors
were all grown up many were still on the rise
and with shiny cold condos closing in on all sides
that drab peeling-paint-plastered cozy old shack
like its time-ravaged owner had dared to abide
sagging and creaking but refusing to crack.
Detecting a strengthening of its frailty and fears
as shadows from the towers surrounding it lengthened
the property hawks who'd been circling for years
suddenly sensing its impending demise
tightened their turns in the thermal-filled skies
all the while the shabby home's owner
had in seeming sympathy grown visibly weak
and it wouldn't be long
before the small wooden would-be house
that concrete-and-steel-nose-thumbing mouse
would feel the sharp claws and home-shredding beaks
as it'd soon be reduced to what fate had in store:
that last obstinate bit that wee missing piece
that long-awaited long waited out course
— a slight but sweet dessert-time treat
at the real estate raptors' fly-in feast.
From his lofty perch near the top of the earth, Korvus observes the whirling world of humans, with equal parts wonder, disgust, and amusement. Korvus is the author of the unpublished book "RED PILL POEMS: The Poetry of Empire, Politics and Power" and may be reached at
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This article was posted on Sunday, November 28th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.