Published by: Alessandria Erich Alaso
Date Published: February 6, 2024
Time Published: 09:01 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Lack of meaning in the modern age.
I cannot tell where the world ends and I begin.
Putrid green, splattered on concrete walls, a mockery,
I am encased in the tomb of a fading Earth,
Penned in the footnotes of post-modern tragedy.
A witness to Alexandria's tomes in ash,
Sputtering bricks, rubbles of communists' hands crash,
Armageddon in the shape of the Huns' creeping guns.
Had the copper hands of this steel god spare mercy,
I would have my soul baptized in adversity,
An antibody for this plague of stagnation,
For salvation is stillborn in this godless heaven.
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