the factories
along the highway
manufacturing clouds
that billow
over the grimy
cityscape
angry faces scowl
trapped
in single file
morose lines
of rumbling vehicles
spitting noxious vapors
horns gleaming in
the dull red glow
of rivers of lava
as the skies open
to let
the tears of
the damned
smudge the filth of
heartashes
that cover
every inch
of pitted bone
skyscraping
deformed hellwhispers