The Last Free Place
The remnant of dismantled world war history,
the concrete slabs frame the unleashed society’s canvas,
captures the contours of the off-the-grid lifestyle
where bohemian spirit thrives in the last lawless place.
A secluded haven with no borders and no rules to confine
the eccentrics and impoverished who want to get lost
as wanton wonderers like the migrating snowbirds,
weaving the fabric of life with new meaning in the desert.
The creative tenets of the free life force of the slab city,
vibrant on the façade of the avant-garde harsh beauty,
with resilience etched by the wild winds of desolation
for the secluded slabbers in the last free place.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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