From the smoky, billowing ashes
Emerges a toxic city
Full of melted plastic and
Nicotine vapor,
A shade of tan
Haunts the water.
People run you over
As soon as looking at you
But the never do
Because they never look up
From the digital boxes
Attached to their digits.
This toxic tundra
Of a city
Leaves one breathless
And glowing…
Red under the blue collar.
It’s a city I loathe to love
But hate to part with.
There is no great, vast mecca beyond its limits-
But just don’t swim here.
Prairie snow falls
As prayer beads slip
From the hands
Of the newly-ordained
Leaders of mice
And disillusioned men.
Corruption a mile wide
And older than
The fields of Marshall.


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