From The Heart

‘Have you thought
to leave the city,
and take back
your harsh wind?’ –
she asked the soldier.
In this place now,
the rats ooze
amongst the dead.
And the coffee
has gone cold,
dropped among
blood-stained stones.
What is this raving?
Born from a black
filthy comet,
that goes around,
and around.

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