Entrails & Innards

City dwelling must be
the most absurd
and costly way of choosing to die:

 

The hunt
for just the bare bones,
and the extinction of one’s soul
pits men and women against
reflections of themselves
in the most vile and vulgar
competitions
for glory and supremacy;
all the while
each ignorant to their shared
dwelling
at the bottom of a gutter
into which
an invisible man continues to piss
away their imaginations

 

A heat wave of envy stews,
the awful and telling stench of death
and failure
reminding citizens to seek and find
what gaseous validation they can
in constantly complaining
about the weather.

 

copyright Ruth Nineke 2013

 



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