A freight train of bodies dumped into the sea
A nightmare lost in the fog of history
Knock down the bridges, build a wall of bones
Shut in with golden fish, the moans
Of a madman to the fringes lifts
Decrepit and depraved, fives and fifths
The swamp city fell under a hurricane
Rose and fell in unfolded patterns again
Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United and inspired by 100 Years of Solitude, which I haven’t yet read but based this on a couple of synopses I found. I’m looking forward to reading this one day.
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