Tin-Tonnes
in Baal-linguistic missiles
aimed surely shot
to there and back
by greyhounded fugitives
spelled and corrected
regurgitated threats
from empty bellies
burn in acidic enmity
for gathered cells combined
in humanoid matrices
finger-crossed angling terraces
appease the angering mass
a requiem for the unknown poet
turned sour by bacterial epidemics
of secular degradation
no time,
not time for feeling tendrils
to push up buds
from infested soil
waving faces
viewed seething feeding
of citrine-colored venality
pumped intravenously
for the comatose multitude
[22:52|21.8.015] ©c.thom
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