gOd
must have
been somewhere else
for he had forgotten there
is a planet called Earth
squall of the morning harboring at bay
the howl of the wind rampaging
through the tired streets,
i take no sorry hints from the bends
and turns, nor did i hear the gutter weep.
only the baritone snarl of the swathe
of brute air through the entire vein
of the city.
here now is the voluble thwart,
crumbling in the heart of it
are mere species, the slavered hounds
of being chained to verily existing here, even the infinitesimal
were not spared in the glib downpour.
windows shut deep into stillness,
the automaton shadow submerged
in delirious light, as winds once again
with unannounced perditions
uplifting the nails, tossing the
alloys like birds swift in the catapult
of breezy flights, lives sojourning,
some left only a scarring story,
or just prodigal and nothing else.
carcass stench carves its reek
in the onlooker, the rat **** foams
altogether with the brine, a cesspool
of unheard screams dwarfed by
the circular roar of the grey behemoth
showing only its unblinking eye
running, searching for a place
to go less terrifying
than this, a bearable departure,
or a hopeless sling at rescue,
luckless imperative,
today's vibrant children,
ashen tomorrow,
gone.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
gOd
must have
been somewhere else
for he had forgotten there
is a planet called Earth
squall of the morning harboring at bay
the howl of the wind rampaging
through the tired streets,
i take no sorry hints from the bends
and turns, nor did i hear the gutter weep.
only the baritone snarl of the swathe
of brute air through the entire vein
of the city.
here now is the voluble thwart,
crumbling in the heart of it
are mere species, the slavered hounds
of being chained to verily existing here, even the infinitesimal
were not spared in the glib downpour.
windows shut deep into stillness,
the automaton shadow submerged
in delirious light, as winds once again
with unannounced perditions
uplifting the nails, tossing the
alloys like birds swift in the catapult
of breezy flights, lives sojourning,
some left only a scarring story,
or just prodigal and nothing else.
carcass stench carves its reek
in the onlooker, the rat **** foams
altogether with the brine, a cesspool
of unheard screams dwarfed by
the circular roar of the grey behemoth
showing only its unblinking eye
running, searching for a place
to go less terrifying
than this, a bearable departure,
or a hopeless sling at rescue,
luckless imperative,
today's vibrant children,
ashen tomorrow,
gone.
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