Friday, April 4, 2014

City of the Victorious- A Poem

Lost in a fight, a struggle
as pointless as Jacob’s; the infirmity
has been given like a pestilence
that surrounds, envelops,
encroaching upon

the very last safe haven.

Mud-brick walls, metal chain link
fences buckle but don’t break
against a storm of writhing, maggot-infested bodies.

We fight the Long Defeat, a winnowing
of numbers down to the last.
The living dead have brought a
reckoning, a judgment from which
the living are as doomed as
the Hindenberg’s boarding party.

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