Sunday, 9 July 2017

The Colony

Before the shadow
of the mountain
casts over
the city

those who
were robbed
of their land
find bridges
to call theirs
for the night.

the sewers
give birth to
infested rats

to roam
the streets
sweeping up
dead birds
and trampled
cigarette butts.

Before dawn
breaks and the
first taxi hoots
leaving the Grassy
park station.

There is
room for
an eternal
expansion of
my heart
into this
place I call

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