Sewers and Satellites

Gruesome veins
buried beneath the city
eat what we eat. We
feel the ground around us shake
in pity or simply digestion
the manifest destiny:
"we eat what we eat"
for the conquest of freedom
and freedom.

Headlight beams
float high above the city
and then suddenly
also a pilot-light street
that dead-ends at your open window,
you're caught like a stolen deer.
You've accepted it
for the glory of freedom
from freedom.

Reviews

[Chantel]

Amazing. I'm blown away. I loved your beginning lines and your ending lines especially--like a punch to the gut, but a good one. Great writing, a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing this.

[p.kuhl]

Thanks so much!

[Emily B]

i gave my notice, but here i still sit . . . reluctant to give up the safety of the cage

[TL Boehm]

for the glory of freedom from freedom. WOW.
Gruesome veins....loved that comparison. Wonderfully penned .

[Pryde Foltz]

that dead-ends at your open window,
you're caught like a stolen deer.
You've accepted it
for the glory of freedom
from freedom.

Sometimes it seems we are free to be lonely...