darkest shadows creep steadily in the morning light as the dogs howl down dusty alleyways… desert sands and the spinal landscape… sun-baked grains assimilating petrified carcasses of bomber fleets left to decay amidst the eternal radiation fields… street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks…
head of centipede… yellow nails scratch after pale girls… marks of vaccination… sordid papers reek of hate speech and arsenic… wading waist-deep out into the poisonous ichor… throne room agony, stolen land, offerings at the foot of the despot… sound of the film-reel flickering…
drained lake… silhouetted cranes… poisoned reservoir… faint outline of the water tower… gasoline trail wadi immolation sequence… drainage channel campfire ceremony… bride of the desert, valley of the tombs… there is a tape recorder inside the sun…
black tea, long-wave radio… broken voices crackling over the failing headset… coal plant, steel mill, factory furnace and rail-road… a dust-bowl tomb for a weeping widow slaked with dismal ash-clouds… dissonance fields reflecting… a billboard reads ‘starvation and hopelessness…’
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