MegaloCities

Tusked city scraper impersonates
The holes, a dark abscess growing
Donuts, the shape of nothing heaved
Upon a ladder. The children muse.
A seam opens beneath you, quickly!
look up the words for draw bridge.
A breeze in Latin forswears. You’re
A doomed engine. Shop for oddities
Shaped to ends. Like a gun and holster
Shaped to arrows. You need them in
Black Lycra. Wounds to raise plankton
To. Also the children will emerge
Back through the holes made of
Architectural envy, madness and ivory.