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The Flows and Flock of Flint...
as seraphs pull the strings of sunrise
to baptize the city of Flint
illuminating the laments
of those plagued by low ceilings
seeking healing from the cement
drying around their feet in torment
from the contents of the faucets
and the losses it could not prevent
for ten thousand cent
eddy down the sink into the sewer
with the slices of souls on a skewer
from this event
as the tail of tomorrow
paint silhouettes in pale with it’s extent
will critiques be tempered
will it even be remembered
when criticizing the characterization
how acid rained on this generation of tents
recalling the erosions and indents
wrought upon Flint during these years
of tears and it’s salty scent
or will they forget by sunset...
to baptize the city of Flint
illuminating the laments
of those plagued by low ceilings
seeking healing from the cement
drying around their feet in torment
from the contents of the faucets
and the losses it could not prevent
for ten thousand cent
eddy down the sink into the sewer
with the slices of souls on a skewer
from this event
as the tail of tomorrow
paint silhouettes in pale with it’s extent
will critiques be tempered
will it even be remembered
when criticizing the characterization
how acid rained on this generation of tents
recalling the erosions and indents
wrought upon Flint during these years
of tears and it’s salty scent
or will they forget by sunset...
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