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Tuesday, June 7, 2022

Echelon, a poem by Abinav Aradhi

 

Echelon

Midnight rambles,

And thorn wrought brambles,

Traipsing along a trellis up the mansion wall,

And the road outside is still.

 

There’s a billion bodies in there,

And the road outside is still.

 

Jewels sparkle gladly on the throats of corpses.

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