Like a white fungus, a lump of wind covers
The green corpse of the lost world.
Frozen rivers form an iron dam
Which holds together the rotten remains.
In a small rainy corner stands
The last city in stony patience.
A dead skull lies - like a prayer -
Slanted on the body, the black penitential bench.
The End
Alfred Lichtenstein
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Poem topics: city, green, lost, together, wind, world, white, small, corner, frozen, iron, patience, black, skull, body, rotten, prayer, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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