City of Heroes.

City of Heroes.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe

The city is named after a long lost hero,
whose name nobody can remember.
The buildings are marvellous and tall,
and inside young mothers give birth to bricks and
die in labour.

The sky above the city becomes full of angels
and the corpses grow like trees, sprouting fruit
that nobody eats. They feed upon each other
and starve from satisfaction.

The city never sleeps because it cannot dream
And so a hero rises from above
And the citizens name the hero after the city,
whose name nobody can remember.

© 2021 Danny Metcalfe


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The ugly content of this poem reminds me of how things could be, perhaps are if we allow our imagination to run away with, .. to coin a phrase@ atmospheric pressure. Life is and has been the proverbial for over a year.. time turned upside down, nothing certain, society a mess. Maybe I'm complete wrong in my interpretation, but, is how, after three reads, my brain sprung a leak, my mind stirred and my eyes needed wiping. A frightening post but .. extraordinarily visual, each to his or her own thoughts.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Danny Metcalfe

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your review, Emma.



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I’m just on my phone, so I’ll make this short. I love how you start and finish the poem with a similar gesture. Giving birth to bricks in labour is an excellent double meaning that is fitting the mystique of the city. The second stanza, full, but empty, feeding, but not eating. The dichotomy is quite well done here. The ending is in tandem with the beginning, but it feels greater, and can easily stand on its own. Thank you for this great piece. 10/10

Posted 3 Years Ago


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This could well be a description of Washington DC; a city named after a hero whose name, in light of their current shenanigans, no one can remember. In fact they have completely forgotten. It's definitely a place that doesn't dream. Rather one that is stuck dwelling on the demons and disunity of the past. A fascinating and atmospheric write, Danny! :))

Posted 3 Years Ago


There is a surrealistic feel to your words in this poem. Images that are both scary and beautiful. "corpses grow like trees"...WOW.....the imagery is stunning! Uniquely wonderful poetry. Lydi***

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I believe this may be a metaphor for the ugliness, pain, death we’ve experienced over the last year.. and perhaps the forgetful name is really not a hero but instead a tyrant who nobody wants to remember, instead to forget and fade away into nothingness .... nice write ( I could be way off!) fondly Betty

Posted 3 Years Ago


The ugly content of this poem reminds me of how things could be, perhaps are if we allow our imagination to run away with, .. to coin a phrase@ atmospheric pressure. Life is and has been the proverbial for over a year.. time turned upside down, nothing certain, society a mess. Maybe I'm complete wrong in my interpretation, but, is how, after three reads, my brain sprung a leak, my mind stirred and my eyes needed wiping. A frightening post but .. extraordinarily visual, each to his or her own thoughts.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Danny Metcalfe

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your review, Emma.

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Danny Metcalfe
Danny Metcalfe

United Kingdom



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I am a writer, poet and playwright. All works are first drafts. My favorite writers are: Arthur Rimbaud, William S Burroughs, Clarice Lispector, Robert Walser, Julio Cortazar, Mikhail Bulgakov,.. more..

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