it settles and seethes,
turns golden leaves brown
and dims all the lights in this
tuppenny town,
it smells of a ruin like fish
boiled too long or the fumes
from the sewers, strong,
putrefying as
if death in its turmoil
is itself slowly dying.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
it settles and seethes,
turns golden leaves brown
and dims all the lights in this
tuppenny town,
it smells of a ruin like fish
boiled too long or the fumes
from the sewers, strong,
putrefying as
if death in its turmoil
is itself slowly dying.
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