Decaying Glamour (poem)

The Tropical Flowering Zone

Decaying Clamour


I buried the alchemist
and resurrected
Synthetic armour,
To hold me in place,
And withstand
Decaying glamour
To lean on crutches
Resistant to decay
From industry clamour…

But currents swept
The remaining comatose 
Which on the floor slept
A dream of resurrection
From a harvest bet
And monsoon rains lashing
At bell buoys and tidal swells
Which deafened eardrums,
With marine songs
All heading west.


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