Mephistopolis
Blank stares
Rule
The ashen night
Fires burning
Though offering
No warmth
An exchange
Yet only
Of goods and services
Is this home?
Does home exist?
Where?
Societies mirroring
Clever corpses
Of which they are composed
Empty shuffle
Of cold stone feet
Echoes through the bazaar
Even beasts puzzle
When
The dead stir
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