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