After the Shelling
after the shelling the town looked as if a wrecking-ball the size of Jupiter had been swung from the heavens
after the shelling the town looked as if it had been trampled by gorillas the size of Montana
after the shelling the town looked as if drunken gods had toppled the buildings in some childish game
after the shelling the town looked like plastic surgery done by a blindfolded doctor
after the shelling the town looked like Jackson Pollock
after the shelling the town looked like Detroit with a hangover
after the shelling the town looked like a love affair in a locked ward
after the shelling the town looked like an architect's tantrum
after the shelling the town looked like a government-funded sculpture
after the shelling the town looked serene
after the shelling the town looked as fresh as death
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-02-01 at 13:38
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