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[Poem] The October City Rots

  The October City Rots This night is a rotten fruit hot with maggots and garbage tossed onto the street this fall, dark October-- Desperate windows flung recklessly open  over unknown footsteps, a wretching laugh,  and the lingering sulfur of cigarette smoke We are purplish children sunbathing in an urban corpse tonight I was ready for salt this evening, not for rot  as the leaves fall, looking twice Please send the white fog back to me  to cleanse this demon tide— When I fall, I want to tumble  clean into the next world Not corrupt with indecision and envy Let me die a little without this rot Let the cold come and the season change  and the cool conviction of loss settle deep into this city’s concrete bones

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