Metrofuge Poem by Luke J. Holt

Metrofuge



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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