The Chorus of the Grinder | Ahmed Haibu Lawan | Poetry
They spat it out, this is order, slurping black sludge in the grey light, over the shriek of static, fingering the lint in pockets that held nothing but rust and cold intentions. They swore, the climb is open, while welding the gates shut, while the ladders were kicked away to crush the fingers of […]
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They spat it out, this is order, slurping black sludge in the grey light, over the shriek of static, fingering the lint in pockets that held nothing but rust and cold intentions. They swore, the climb is open, while welding the gates shut, while the ladders were kicked away to crush the fingers of […]
