::: Rust :::

Yeah I have seen it spurn and turn,
I have tasted its winded shards
my eyes blistered from its tang orange glare
my tung squirmed from its sharpness

You can say its reign has come to a tumbling end
Its rust has turned to sands of dust
its final moments spent as in free fall
whiling over its mandated fate

it spoke with a blast that startled and shook
manipulating history and expunging that rustic look
which once claimed its dominance overshadowing a ghetto, some call home.

Written by: ~ Mchai Apeltree

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