The train comes
In the night
A solid, sharp
Beam of light
Steel cut
Death on the throat
To the quiet
And the sirens
Come to surround
This murder
With more noise-
More death-
To drown out
The silence
That would be
The end of us
5.07.2013
2:15
Lofty City Low is my poetry blog. I utilize it mostly for stream of consciousness writing exercises. The rawness of these writings supplies me with starting points for my creative works. Occasionally, I will post a fully-revised piece, looking for feedback. I hope you enjoy and connect with something I've put here. Feel free to comment. Thank you.
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