broken

an arrow sails the silent skies,
a child runs past a dying tree,
an old truck lies abandned,
a rust fested invetion,
hard to imagine once down that road,
past that fog and mist in evil smiles sit,
did it take an aspalt rubber to burn,
a cock chokes on its crow,
an old lady along a pavement crawl,
torn,
falling houses,
broken windows,
paint that off peels,
the used sit lost in worlds imagned,
needles and flames,
that powder that a temple wrecks,
young and hopeless sons and sisters,
many a double death die,
forgotten by all that used to know,
discarded,
outcasts branded,
tears and pain only a mother know,
barons in magical mechanics by drive,
blaring music,
a barber shop,
a cafe that flies dine,
a rotting carcass,
a cemetery of fallen angels,
broken crosses,
leaning tomb stones,
shedding trees,
that gardener leaves collect,
an alcoholic dinner,
a man on a table sleep,
drooling,
a vandalized sign,
a bus stop once meant,
now in the lightness of day,
or brightness of the moon,
a hub be,
ladies in coloured faces,
painted lips,
and be greatful to the chinese heads,
in shortest of garments,
barely anything hidden,
exposure to that world,
a bait for a buck,
washed away pathways,
effluents,
a drain overwhelmed,
grey earth,
a ghetto dead


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