Wembley Food Court

1 February 2018

Intent on wonton destruction
we fought streets
combatted mortality
thieved grandness from auto-tuned oysters.

They sung out our numbers
saucy asked
and the sambal yams awaited deliverance.

We forgot the steam
shucked corn the color of lions
drank nettle tea
with wag-tongues red as the flags of false masters.

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