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Wasteland
WRITTEN BY CARLY KIANG
Cells crowd on top of cold linoleum
Piercing A.C. cuts through grey walls
Corporate suits cover the crematorium
beyond glass panes. A vast wasteland calls,
winds whine in pain, overturning limp plastic shards
The drilling of thunder into soil
Each quiver sends Earth into toil
Supple willow limbs shrivel to crumbling bone
Vibrant pink petals quietly wither on grass
where brilliant rays once cheerily shone
The glossy stare of a nonchalant face
Flimsy green rolls flash before it’s two
eyes, a low growl of “It is what it is”
A heel spun, a back turned to
the stench of decay a suffocating noose
over post-modern sculptures of debris
disintegrating from disuse.
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