[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Condemned
Something moves and something turns
and you will learn the shape of it.
It grows out of the near darkness
and out from the sounds of fear
crawling through these dead streets.
You turn to see, but all there is
are concrete black shadows looming,
and the ringing echo of footsteps.
In your mind, your blood flows
like rain down gutters into drains
and you are left, bare and empty
as one of these gutted buildings
that wait, indifferent and condemned.
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