diesel generators moan and reverberate in sinking tower-blocks as oil drum fires flicker and spit… drone cameras flying high above all the ruined cities of the western lands… dead sentences igniting, enraptured in mid-air… here are litanies of fear from the 49th parallel; blazing wounds in a chemical sky…
battery-fluid kisses, sickness caked in lead… a campfire smoulders, illuminating the treeline as a series of effigies steadily sink betwixt the diseased mangroves… the verb to live, the verb to die… suffocating bliss, existential immolation… forbidden-forest fornication in the phosphorescent shallows…
landscapes alive with burning tyres, burning towers, burning oil-fields… factory smoke stacks hang dormant above empty lots, project housing, alleyways, school-yards, gas-stations… riot shields and blast-walls, tear gas and barbed-wire… plastic-coated dead, swollen-babies, vultures on the gallows swarming…
out here shine no stars from the discoloured heavens… only masked incantations in moon-menageries of hell, ruined pavilions and wind-shattered dreams… laughing lovers languidly lay together, new atoms inside them liquefying… sexual excavations birthing flowers of new formaldehydes…
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