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.

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