Chueh-chu poem Train tracks, Long since used, Steam trailed, Where steel cruised, Towns thrived, Lost to time, Bled raw, Till veins bruised, For self, Or for state, False wars, Need/greed fused, Strange suns, Host harsh boots In death, Black gold oozed. Chueh-chu is a Chinese form of poetry. For my first Chueh-chu, I decided toContinue reading “Industrial Evolution”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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