Thursday Poem
I wish there was shit on the streets
Animal shit
Human shit
And the water was icy cold when i washed my clothes
So cold my hands swell
I wish the people in the town
Could be counted
And so could the chickens
And I had to swap my chickens for wood
Because the roof fell in
During the storm
Ah if only if only
Please God take me
Where there are no lights
And when the sun goes down
In winter at three
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There is no escape
We plunge fast into gloom
A veil over our mouths and noses
Darkness that chokes
A thousand hearts sink and fester
Til spring
And at night we see things
That might not be there
Laughing faces
Taunting, telling
And in the forest
Which we walk through
As a matter of course
To retrieve the facts of life
The dark places gape
And tell us the story
Of how we will be devoured
