a handful of rubies is thrown
into the face of the city at night
with a language
flowing with the self-pity and self-loathing
of an all-seeing and all-knowing mechanical mind
thick as dark loaded with silence
guilty of callous disregard of
murderous consequences
of misspent ideals and
their poisonous cerated points
as the viscous time swallowed
the city with its sins
with its corroded jungle of nails
it left nothing behind
except the cancerous color of
those rubies
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