Poem: Bodies

Black twisted wrought iron

wound along dim-lit streets

by gas-lights every few feet

barricade architectural skeletons

the wind carries settling sounds

breaking bricks, cracking stones

the rattling of old bones

in these graveyard grounds

after sunset bulldozers swarm

structures fallen to the ground

of treasures never found

plastic boxes rise unharmed.

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blaise25 5 years ago from close to you...

Very intriguing. I loved it.

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