Children of Oblivion
They drop, unmoored,
into the wind of oblivion
Breathing the rusty dust
Of charcoal coated days
Burned by the bleeding heat
Of icy nights, in cement tents
With the drum of diesel wheels
Their lone lullaby
In the fangs of feral shadows
They scrape their survival
Off the ground of disregard
Yesterday's washed away
In acid rain
Tomorrow's as thin
As cellophane.
10/04/19
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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