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Monday 6 May 2013

Where do all the people go?

Where do all the people go
Who have no homes to go to?
Wind for walls and
Prayers for shel'tring snow

The flyovers and overpass
Hold the shadowed shelter,
Fitful fires in empty barrels glow.

No food but warmth from
Bottled tinctures
Once made for cleaning floors.

The eyes of children and of rats
Both glint in red reflection.
Inflamed, infected souls are damned
By propriety's edict of neglect.

In time, the concrete's shadows shall
Shelter only dust motes;
No moans, no bones to leave a trace;
No ghosts, no guilt, no echo of the race
That chose their poorest to ignore
And in ignorance incubate
Death's own disease,
Calm container frothing Fate.

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