Thursday, April 20, 2017

"city" by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor


the alleys
disgorge their shadows

dirty hands
paw my genitals

the city's
dishonored guest

I seek
my detriment and


suckling rats
at my non-bosom

wet nurse
to the void

I have no milk
to nourish them

only this trickle
of polluted


Kill me, city
squash me like
the merest bug

Kill me, city
and sweep me under
your cement rug


My doom was withheld;
I lived to write about the city.

The rat-children I suckled
are all dead.

I pray the city
will be swallowed forever

by its own shadows.

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes: I wish to dedicate this poem to American writer H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937), whose eloquent loathing of megalopolitan New York has always moved me.

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