Ruines Humaines

Half-conscious that an eye will soon eat away
At the other with an infectious stench
Awoken by the stabbing pain
A resigned body silently eliminates itself

At the core of the dead cities
Wander the faceless men
Using their cancerous pores
Against the impassive crowd and the steely walls

An inferno of blood-drenched scrap iron
Where beings get lost and rot
Identical parings we throw away and then replace
Missed by nothing and no one