[Culture] towers

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on the horizon the towers, always the towers jutting up abruptly from the murk sparkling, brilliant, facades festooned with precious jewels unobtainable shouldering each other high alluring, translucent   on the frontier the towers, always the towers slouching up dismal from the murk faceless and omnipotent the dogs the dogs and your lasers in my head three years after throbbing in my amygdala constantly, inset, subcutaneous the penetrating sirens, always the sirens   down in the pits the orcs dig holes incessantly their jaws working overtime one hole, the next, then another, the deathless robots grinding, churning, what misery in their mundane excruciating pleasure concrete, insatiable   see in this pit three giant screws metallic, unearthly, the height of a man the girth of a well-fed anorexic woman gyring, squirming, twisting the infernal screws among the gravel the tubercular dust of amnesia, cement, and asbestos   along the gulag the towers, always the towers no surprises prisons within prisons within monstrous prisons the dogs the dogs the lasers the omnipotent whining sirens penetrating synapses unseen your pulse throbbing in time with the electrodes subdued, defeated and in the fleshwounds orcs dig the pits their jaws creak ceaselessly working unpaid over time         Ross Bender http://rossbender.org/poemstoculture.html