Passion and shame torment him,
and rage is mingled with his grief.
-Virgil
Packed tight and stinking of night-sweat, greed, lust and fear.
Concrete canyon, abattoir unrealized.
Petty, self-important, wretched refuse, mocking the soft embrace of the
grave.
Casual cruelty feeds cancerous sneers, malignant, uncaring...unaware.
Hubris cries out, and is answered with a sly, soft rustling in the leaves.
I see you.
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