Poem: How it ends
We take to the tunnels
like moles feeding on
the wormy remains
of unfettered opulence
squinting through
smoke stung eyes and
grasping at glittering
dust swirling in sparse
slatted moonbeams
like snow
We take to the tunnels
like moles feeding on
the wormy remains
of unfettered opulence
squinting through
smoke stung eyes and
grasping at glittering
dust swirling in sparse
slatted moonbeams
like snow