Saturday, December 17, 2011

Last Poem

First he went to the show, not to disappoint the boy
People die 
They die all the time
That's mostly what they do

He killed him, but you were the murderer
He came home because he didn't want to die in the rain
No wake, no funeral
And the album he was listening to was Time Out of Mind

What are the last thought
 Of a man on the train
                 In the rain, halted between stations
                                                 By flooding further down the line?

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