Friday, November 23, 2012


The firmament's polluted
from more than one good blast
my foibles firmly rooted
in the fallout of the past

I felt like ore that someone mined
then dropped into a smelter
too dense I guess, and unrefined
to seek sufficient shelter

my veins exposed completely
to be neatly stripped away
then drained most indiscreetly
leaving emptiness today

which makes it truly hard to feel
remorse for lost production
a ghost that haunts the twisted steel
remaining post-destruction.

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