The water is up to my knees
And the shore is just a memory
Now I must walk on through this flood
To find what's left of my city
But the air tastes like salt and death
And all around me there's wreckage
Only the occasional Finch sings in vain
My shoes are full of mud and sand
But I'll make it to the edge of town
Before the water claims me too
This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.
Thank you for reading.
馃挃Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus:
