the plane burst in
at an angle but its Sodom
was a massive phallus
ejaculates of fire
a long trail of dirty smoke
then
the lift shaft buckled
the womb of manhood hurtled through itself
velocity
voluptuously hanging
Death breathed out a wall
the sticky musk it left
contained the unseeds of people
its odour
could never be washed out
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