Now he is a rippled body of ink, grit and spit, Wrestling chunks of junk in the wired cage, Gazing upon…
Intersection
Snaking and shaking Concrete quaking The churn and burn Of plumes of fumes Squealing wheels Glinting steel All hail the…
On that day
On that day we cowered on the shore Eyes groping the horizon On that day we whimpered for help Gave…
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