A muted, muttled menagerie of marbled muscle marches menacingly through city streets.
The mob of murder making mouths moisten in amusement as it mumbles and rumbles on.
Through membrane after membrane, men unmask the monstrous results of mechanized mayhem.
With fire, bricks and mortar, mighty masts of smokey molecules mix with atmosphere almost forcing more mandibles to mar the roads toward dinner.
A meal by and of man.
YOU ARE READING
While I was Away
PoesíaThe poetry I wrote while trying a different platform. Credit to the OG publishing site on the cover, #Poemia.
