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

Nikos Laios, North Sydney, Australia

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From the Greek magazine apopseis