Skyfall
Skyfall
Big massive piling machine hammers thumps huge steel
iron girders into evil rancid ground. Tree spiralling behemoth rams
dead tree stumps into bare earth to hold up falling cracked sky.
Without them we’d be crushed dead. Empty heavy sky forces on me, us.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2015
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