This is what you yearned for
All those years as you stacked
And piled and waited and waited
Patience you knew could save you
You treated it like a commodity
Welcome to the city of dust
Flat skylines and metal blinds
When you stopped to refresh
They kept coming
Gnashing jaws and flashes of ivory
Turned this flesh into a river
Mashing fresh meat into pulp
Exploding into a million fragments
Each one a god
Each one a story
Paving the way for the city herself
To walk off into fluorescent light
Emeric LaCroix lives and works in Los Angeles.
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