Alone again, I cower under the iron sky of jagged pain;
I am ironed onto the endless asphalt pavement.
Cry, Beg, Steal, Kill-I am lying on your footsteps;
Go away-I have no eyes.
Let me sing my tone of dissonance
on this forgotten planet.
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Poetry by Christina Park, copyrighted 1998, 2001, and 2007.
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