poem: rumble through the concrete: droning

rumble through the concrete: droning
ceaseless bestial groaning
feel it deep within your skullmeat
tingling tiny bonies
great machines of city streets
hulking yellow ponies
stabled for the night in peace
asphalt pastures wait for morning

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