Ghosts swimming over the city
snarl and growl in flashes of light
soothing the wails of the new-born
the unused words of the thesaurus.
In the flesh of murdered milk
in bloody shadows that speak only to me
and the centauride that will not be taught
the insignificance of our existence.
ipsita banerjee 
Thank you!
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The last line connects all parts of the poem. Overall, the poem is like a depiction of our current lives. It is so eye-opening.
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I love this poem, especially the lines:
‘soothing the wails of the new-born
the unused words of the thesaurus’.
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I really like the result you got from this! Especially those and unused words, and the Centauride.
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