Poetry

A city dies inside me 
leaves uncharted 
human bite marks. 
 
A stinging match starts 
between explicit statements 
I move to keep an appointment - 
 
with an angry moon - 
who was incontrovertible by 
sending the moon rocks at - 
 
climategate. Here goes the 
feedback to climbing mountaineers 
who will not find any peak - 
 
in the realm of award winning 
shoes thrown at the 
emperor of empty citadel.