Written by Algo

 

When we lived underground

And ate scrap metal.

When we lived by the sound

Of empty vessels.

Waiting for the train

You lay on the tracks

You didn’t move a muscle

Though the ropes were slack.

Blinded by daylight

That comes round the bend

And punctuates night

With a full stop, an end.

When we huddled in highness

And could inherit the earth

When we were exiled by shyness

And the meek owned all hurt.

Darkness levitates life

Above a mattress and pillow

And let’s out fallen cries

As it grieves for the shadows.

 

Text © Algo

 

 

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