Sunday, October 4

poem of something that happened


the helicopter passes
towards that nearby lot
where the trees burnt
last summer

we get in the car and travel
these circling lights surround
a car on top of another car
smashed into the dirt

we walk up
blood is on the dirt
someone is moving

foot traffic continue
and all that

aren't you gonna do something

I'm not at work
if they need me
they'll call me

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