City
A City
with drab, square monstrosities
lamenting like fatted steer for the skinny calves of streetlights
skyward hands
and brain-burning lips
from which drips
a knobbed thread of oozing kerosene
at the vascular brook woven in the forests edge
with no such undines as the wraiths have garnished garnets upon his houses hedge
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