An estranged sense of yearning haunts “Outskirt Melancholia,” one of two enigmatically beautiful poems by Innas Tsuroiya in our Spring 2016 issue.
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FROM AN ABANDONED METROPOLIS BORN OF ROBOTS
or automatons; birthing noise and
disturbance, bearing hurl and turbulence
peeling our eyes out of riddles and
tiresomeness beyond compare
we are machine, we are motorcar
we are dysfunctional engine that sleeps
alone next to the city’s perimeter
we are unpaid safeguard praised of
being such passionless
we are not who we judge we are
then again who else in the earth is being
tired from getting tired; you may cast a
query to me from a small cavity crafted
in your water vacuum tube where you hide
all your emotions or from a buttonhole in
your gasoline-smelling armor-clad suit
we crawl underneath the leap of our faith
yet we are forever here in the borderline
of an abandoned metropolis born of
robots or automatons— but full of photographs
and paintings from faraway suburbs that
we never ever visit, we never ever call in
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