Consumption

Streets become mother to the
forgotten unloved, and damned,
Feeding hungry faces with
opportunities left as unchosen.

Tired feet and hands know
too well why they remain,
Trapped by an iron of chains
linked as a whole without locks.

Rust eats and howls to the night
quiet sighs of longing hope
yearning to become thunder’s roars,
Brother of shocks that tear the sky.

Eyes fill with tears and endless rain,
Together in a mind that burns,
Spinning through dark’s cold wind
before the weeping dirt path.

Streets become mother to the
forgotten unloved, and damned,
Features of bodies in a cycle that
consumes, and consumes, and consumes.

consumption

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