1,425 Days

A drizzle of rain falls
like the missile buzz
and love and blood
to empty pavements.

The sky an endless scar
of distances beyond reach.
The hills an iron wall
closed with tank hatches.

Tower blocks scrape the clouds
and crumble, hiss and snap,
pockets of fire
burning the wide streets.

Days follow nights with
an endless blur of half-life,
roses bursting through the
cracks in the concrete.

A drizzle of rain falls
like the missile buzz
and love and blood
to empty pavements.

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