England
Grey box
Grey box stacked sideways and
Heavenwards
With spanning wings and no sky
No faint trace
Or morning ember.
The sky turned over
And rolling and folding.
The denizens
The citizens
The comrades linked like mail.
Deep red and black and eyes.
Manufacture a semblance
Of better than and lesser than
And modern man and model man.
All the while fifty feet tall and grey.
Tell us a story
Of a communist. A socialist.
A red star shooting skyward.
How life is better in our grey
Against their grey.
Starvation differs in the dialect.
Collapsing.
Copyright © Devotchka Lovingrace | Year Posted 2018
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