Oct 7, 2024
poetry prompt:
"the last one standing"
Conglomerate
turret eats, one by one, lemons grown.
orifice which emaciates bone.
lemons sliced, pieces found,
never sown, only ground,
into paste, into death, into foam.
turret mocks, one by one, lemon leaves.
couldn't be, couldn't stand on their feet.
tower higher than stems,
never done, only dead,
sit the pieces of plant that it sees.
turret fears, one by one, hidden life.
lemons grown, peeled and juiced by their strife.
every piece turret mocked
every shard that it stopped,
lemonade, not in droves, comes to light.
