Dynamite and Machines

A poem about a Town

Photo by Randy Jacob on Unsplash

The brown rain soiled
under a rusted sky,
rainbows in puddles’ oil.

The elements enchained, we’re
swallowed up in steel beasts.
A bustling town but few faces-just fences,
jackhammers grinding their teeth,

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Michael Henderson

I like to write. Sometimes I want to, sometimes I need to, but I always like to.