City Limits
passing the city limits you can see how
others (the poor) live and die; their scrabbling
for rotten turnip, disturbs the fresh earth, their smell
pervades the air: passing the city limits brings home
the effect of the third great war; disease,autocracy, poverty
and greed of course ( never off limits). there are no wateralls
there, only sandpits with voracious weeds, planted there by
unknowing small birds and other creatures, keen to stake their
claim: but if they had language wouldn’t they shout in keen discourse
”Up with the new order!” or “Down with the new!”… that’s supposing
they had a larynx or two?
Peter Lewis Holmes 2/8/15 for contest... Limits
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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