Sunday, November 05, 2017
Death of Our Neighborhood’s Beloved
Prostitute.
Fat undertaker and rail
assistant ease bagged
you down frail,
narrow stairs and in-
to slashing geometrics
of sun and shadow.
Nothing
opens up, but
resists with-
in blue shards. So,
they rough you in-
to bright hearse,
and away, leav-
ing splintered
space to close
in tight and terse.
Labels: death, geometric, light, neighborhood, prostitute, shadow, undertaker
