The Dispossessed

Black clouds ride naked,

low, under a fighting sky.

Earthbound, angry light is spat

and siege gun thunder surrounds.

Grim rain claws, earnestly, at slick chests

and the winds harsh slap

steals breath.

And the storm,

it pounds

It Pounds

IT POUNDS.

For theirs is raw boned nature

and black nights,

and scarred earth

belching black fire.

Theirs is pus and shit

and dead flesh,

this rootless, ragged

army of the dispossessed.

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