In The Sewers Poem by Justin Gildow
In The Sewers
In the sewers
The water is pouring
The rush of it is deafening
The rats are scurrying
The machines on wheels are patrolling
The slime's on the wall
The stench of being under the streets is wretched
But you and I brave the dangers
Against the many machines and the complete strangers
As we run along
Moonlight shines through the grate
And I hope we'll have enough energy before it's too late
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