Opolis

In blinding lights, the harlot sings
heaving bosom, a swansong within
mothering, rearing, obliging, reassuring

Wide eyes feign concern
through dead days and nights alive
asking, listening, guiding, glowering

The whore sees souls fill space
full of hope; a betrayal
watching, neglecting, muttering, cackling

Names, faces, fates collide
selling futures in packaged visions
clawing, gnawing, feeding, slaughtering

She never sleeps.