DARK CITY

DARK CITY  
 
She is a mistress to the carnal pleasures of the shadows  
And our souls echo her screams when she's mounted and He suckles at her breasts  
Her milk  
Thick  
Warm  
Crimson  
 
She succumbs to pleasure in our wounded eyes  
Our battles fought daily but they've already been lost within her deified walls  
Remnants of His seed lie abandoned just like any man's after He's pulled out His shaft  
Homeless  
Stained  
Dead  
 
We course through her pulsating veins and arteries giving breathe to her existence  
An orchestrated odyssey  
relegating all to their chambers and camps  
Numbered  
Monitored  
Patrolled  
 
Like any seductress she's told to sell    
Hope  
Dreams  
Fantasies  
 
Its sold just like the whore that she is  
It's bought in her  
Chapels  
Temples  
Mosques  
 
And any bodega or newsstand for a dollar  
24  
7  
365  
 
Bought and sold leaving  just enough of our dignity to feed our children  
And our own wanton needs  
 
When He's done with her for the night  
And He sees the sun announced by the cockcrow  
He gets up and begins to dress  
His suit impeccable  
Ageless in its design  
 
Red  
 
White  
 
and Blue  
 
 

All images were taken by the poet for the express purposes of this poem