a clear signal

lines of discrimination are drawn in wet cement
even with years of withering storms
they refuse to be obscured
paving over, covering up, burying them
will leave them lurking underneath
waiting to resurface with time
only a purposeful upheaval, a deconstruction
of the hardened structures will break
the lines into smaller pieces
dots and dashes on broken segments
signaling to the coming generations
a kind of S.O.S. from the past