After Apocalypse
Dark twisted loam
Lain in ribbons upon the landscape
River clogging, chocked the plane
Drenched in the bones
Of peoples that made it
Toxic leachate spumes forth
Nothing but their corroded skin
Killing the life left
Posted: Sunday, February 2nd, 2014 @ 9:01 pm
Categories: Poems.
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