Just another underpass analogy by Frankie Metro

In flea traps
where nerves are stringent
like starved coy,
a focal point not altogether
centered
is delegated
among withered sunflowers;

& urine in the muddy river.

Black crosses are mounted along
the shore
with jolly rogers stapled to poorly-
painted
wings
that
belong
to
the Devil of cut up methods.

A new colony of rot
is formed along the bank,
offering sentient beings
½ price
as pack mules
for future construction.

Someone relieves the
hero of his long jacket,
mistakes him for a
ghoul in a straw hat,
& the hero
shrieks
with
loosened
apprehension;

forbade the thought of
anyone recognizing him
in these respectable shadows
before this very moment.

Where does it all
come from?
a voyeur asks,
quickly snuffed out
like the motive wicks
of travelers’
saints.

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