11-11-2023, 01:02 PM
Hollowed-out apartment buildings in the empire
stand as monuments to suffering.
The streets are valleys where forgotten parts of us
plead a river of machinery to slow and spare
some humanity, some god, however much
that it would cost. We were deprived.
Our shadows were harvested for an uncanny night
of concrete ash, and the light
of phosphorus flickers in your toothy grin.
Claim the milk and honey, twist your tongue away
from the rotten truth you kept underneath
your waking dreams of purity. It makes no difference
for a paper tiger. Our winds blow regardless.
stand as monuments to suffering.
The streets are valleys where forgotten parts of us
plead a river of machinery to slow and spare
some humanity, some god, however much
that it would cost. We were deprived.
Our shadows were harvested for an uncanny night
of concrete ash, and the light
of phosphorus flickers in your toothy grin.
Claim the milk and honey, twist your tongue away
from the rotten truth you kept underneath
your waking dreams of purity. It makes no difference
for a paper tiger. Our winds blow regardless.