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Leaving New York at Dusk MAG

By Anonymous

     fleeing the island with artificial edges
invisible grime on unsuspecting faces
villain-faced men in suits with their heads
hanging to one side as if they held
so much, they could not be kept upright
outside the window the dirty little
steel train, a single metal track, rusty
lies between two others, two that are
usable and shine in the coldly burning
twilight, an anomaly
ignored and rejected it may be, though
at least it does not have heavy trains filled
with passing blips of human beings grating
over it, like the fangs of a lion scraping the
bone of its prey, stripping it of sustenance
and sliding it on the ground, exposed




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i love this so much!

on Nov. 13 2012 at 9:06 am
ChobaniLuvinPenguin PLATINUM, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well."
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

That was simply beautiful! So rich in detail and phrased perfectly! It's amazing!!!! I also love the unexpected focus on the train in the second part of your poem. Even though I disagree with your views on NYC, I can see your side of it. :) Wonderful job!!!