Hell Hole

The grass seems greener here
and graver too
All types of tourists
taking photos
Of what once was
is water now
And trading sorts of trinkets
for tits is gone
Now they’ll kill the kind
and kindest of all
The city dies drowning now
in a diabolic ooze
The children try to cry
but can’t because
Their throats are thinly sliced
through and through
Fortune says farewell to
a city of sin
And gives a hi and hello
to the hell in it’s hole

Hell Hole

Jonathan Acosta-Rubio

New Orleans, United States

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