Decaying pavement, Decaying iron
in front of the shops
Decaying people haunt this
solipsistic squalor.
Someday I'll fight my way out-
Maybe today it comes to fruition.
I can't stand to see them walk by:
in an unceasing parade.
Wipe the sweat away;
Call out blank contagion.
Must halt this discordant cascade.
What motivates the laughter?
Where do they find the will
to lightness?
There's an antagonism provoked unknowingly…
I stand stiff
in a corroded cage.
My eyebrows corrode
My forehead corrodes
My thumb corrodes
My feet corrode
My tongue corrodes
The metal solidifies
My eyes oxidize
while everyone dances
around me
with levity
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