Atlas Booth | Ephemeral

Read by Eva-Marie @EvaMMalone

Desolate skies, grey
Like a flood of melancholy
In a barren, long day

The only colour to break through
Is yellow and red and yellow and red
Somehow more bleak than the dirt

Come here, peasant,
Slave for our capitalism.

Atlas Booth is a writer who lives in Cape Town, South Africa. He has been published in several lit mags. He enjoys an assortment of tea’s and cold brew coffee. For more information on his work, visit his website:

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