Late night poetry practice; I feel like this one is missing several somethings. I think it wants to be longer, and to have more variety in rhythm and rhyme scheme. Maybe just a stanza in between, or maybe after with a second verse. I’ll keep thinking about it.
An Unnamed Poem
Empire,
wasteland,
shareholder high wire,
sun-bleached bone and
homes kindle for wildfire.
Anchor,
heritage,
kindergarten massacre,
self driving car with
eight billion passengers.