Undine

The undine of flats and steel-stairs,

a sanguinary lag of square affairs,

a blunt splinter in the asphalt-curb,

unmarked file left at the wolfish mercy

of a redundant herd, narcotic birdie

with sheepish beak pecking withered herb.

She’s the undine of walled-up dreams, dead-set.

But the game isn’t over yet.

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