GIGOT BITUME

who was the poet
who wrote about
the beast slouching towards us all ?

cos i can sense 

its shamanic mandibles

& archaic gait

in the treeline of the woods

&

in the shadows from the walls

its breath hot as fresh bitumen

gripping its aggregate base

~

it will cook & carve & consume us

in celebration of its construction

like the french do
with a leg of lamb

DOWNSIZE HUB

none of its new
but 
theres an arena escalation
in
the
construction dips
of
the
downsize afternoons
sun stained 
cracked plastic
hub 

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