Poetry · Writing

Our Block

living in hell

tour guide out of service

mailman skips our block

trip too an upper level cost to much.

first class only for the living

business class for the heavenly

leafs cross an unbreakable cross road

the living skips our block.

tragedy bites the roof off

dark matter

and life stock will flee through open doors

trample the weak

once a week

death will skip our street.

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