Purgatory of Steel By Nikos Laios
Like Purgatory, This decayed City of steel; Of worn Frayed Posters on Shuttered Shops.
Descending To another Circle,the Bag ladies Wandered Empty car Lots; Sputtering Chunks Of cucumber In their madness On the sand.
While Two Harlots, Up to Their Waists In burning Pits; Cackled Loudly To the Sound of Their Pedicures.
To the sound Of Barking Collies in The streets.
While In the Fourth Circle, Their Empty Headed Daughters, Like Princesses; Sipped their Coffee cups, Proudly Prancing Like the Kardashians
Whilst I,like Dante; Ascended Back to The land Of the living; Found my Redemption, Found my Belief.
Glancing Back, I Could See the Screaming And the Damned, In this Scorched And Empty Land.
This Purgatory Of steel; This modern Purgatory Of man.
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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios
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Nikos Laios, North Sydney, Australia
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From the Greek magazine apopseis
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