I spill these words
as blood
so that others need not bleed
Perhaps a resolution
in the form of revolution
shall spring from an artery
Frozen on cold nights
when the boat lights
and towers flooded with illumination
were new constellations
Where the poisoned air
thrums with all the radioactivity
that being human entails
Our toxicity
the thrill of a shark moving in
right before they breach to kill
And tunnels scream with memory
of acts better left undone
by time and sense of decency
The ground littered still
with remnants of revenants
Those fallen to the city
and her restless, greedy claws
Some of us rise
Others, detritus, mountains
built from hope and misery
fading as butterflies do
into some unknown sun
Some of us have risen
while others linger in her maw
and revel in the sting of teeth
