Sunday, April 19, 2015

Poetry: Burial Money

Ghetto hustlers scurrying
between the
embers
skating
Across the refuse
witnesses to
the chemical conflagration that
choked the city half to death
they know the identity
of the Ghost with a Match
he is one of them
part
of the collective Undreaming
A generation lost to the
wanton pursuit
of power
The money being
Offerred
is no reward
No matter
how many zeros
follow the digits
For them
its not to arrange a more
comfortable life
but rather a death
of dignity
For they have
with the unfathomable rubble
a molecular bond
having been raised in a place where
Omerta
is the only law
that all respect
where a grinding and uncertain
life
is greatly preferred to
certain death
One gruesome story following
another
a heart-piercing narrative
for not too far
down the highway
renamed in glorious ceremony
Four others were
ruthlessly
unceremoniously
brought to the end
of their
life roads
A callous murder ritual
that will be
extended by the State
For surely there will be
another offer of
Burial money
and just like in
Riverton
it cna never be
enough

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