poetry

tunnel vision

a poem by jacob berg

fine then. limp away
stubborn in the gasnight,
a monologue howling in your eyes.
read depth by the warped fingers of
a shadow curled around redbrick
and the gutters between.
trace the tumbling cobbles with a vitriolic whimper,
your expulsion from a living home,
the gasping impasse of desert descending,
tread the stones to sand.