Artificial Hell Poem by Donatien Moisdon

Artificial Hell



Mad look in the eyes of the god,
when his spread out and wounded limbs
drip blood on our frightened world...

The sticky smell of Death seeping
from wasteland, bridges and sewers...

Oysters choking in poisoned mud,
eagles brooding on stony eggs...

Thursday, January 2, 2014
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