Daddy saw someone get killed on the streets
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as easy as that
old historical streets
cracked open
open air corpse
spectacle of grimaces
catalogue of death
pick one
your fault
can’t repent
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he becomes a fugitive
everyone’s mouths are open
she sends money and money and money
month after month
death grinning
half moon
dies then and there
and then becomes a father
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shut me in a room
lights out
fears out
shut me in a room
shrinking
can’t find the cracks of light
shut me in a room
taught me right?
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school children saw a young man jump off a bridge
mute ambulance workers picked him off the ground
shattered, too many sounds, loose inside, bones collide
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I started my day
and came across a man under a white sheet
broken
underneath a bridge
and I placed the outside furniture next to a corpse
in my uniform waiting for guests to arrive
I look at his shoes
and hours later the ground is washed
he disappeared
and a school bus halts and children walk over the spot
there is no stillness
I watch flowers decay as the weeks go by
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Daddy saw someone get killed on the streets
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they made a ghost out of him
and I was born
Croque-Melpomene 