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Sewer Trash

Poetry By: CZR
Memoir



Life in the Sewers


Submitted:Oct 21, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The waters surged, filling the rooms.

The world's flooding, everyone's drowning;

Rats are being washed out of the sewage,

Whether pests or pets, nobody cares.

After all, they were all just sewer trash, bloated bodies,

Filling the seas, feeding the fishes, the sharks and the gulls.

The Carcasses rot away over-time, leaving only bone,

Giving the corals something to nestle.

Exploring through the vast sunken catacombs

Below the citadels, swimming above the submerged paths,

I came across the empty stations, the empty courtrooms,

The deserted offices and the abandoned schools,

The rows of rusting metal hulks that lined up for miles.

Ghosts from a time long past,

Tales that nobody talks about anymore.

I see the waters rise day by day,

Slowly engulfing the last monoliths,

That I have called... 'home',

Living amongst the Vermin and filth,

The detritus of the world.

It hardly matters anyway.

In a few more days, who will notice another dead rat,

Amongst the sewer trash.





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