I shall walk the sidewalk
into the underground
where souls have no mouth
nor agenda
Wet soil deeper than
the crust of life
and cocci dry clay bursts
dead souls and
their aged bones
And my window to life
– below the ground
the shards of sun
baking my heart
and all of life!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
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