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The fallen
Flotsam
Something to do with arteries and blood travel
As seen from above.
The red lights and Road traffic
Headlights and white cells
Both immunity to darkness.
There are viruses and caterpillars
Only one will be a butterfly
Dirty little edges
The dirt of death
Beneath the fingernails.
Either into neither
Or soaking in ether,
eager with the ghosts of Cain
A metaphor for president's
The reflection is the same
But I do not recall his name.
I am not the bringer
Or the rain
A metaphor for genesis.
Cloud fronts,
banks, pillar the sky
We are the fallen
We come here to die.
Published 11th Jan 2014
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Anonymous
12th Jan 2014 2:20pm
There is a tone of monotony here, and I like it. The daily grind, the general slug of living. The opening stanza was beautiful. Made me feel like I was viewing the world from above, almost.
Thank you for the read.
Thank you for the read.
