A word

everyone wants a word
to elate or promote distaste
where the rallying cry of
micro-management is rolling
in the sky and
yet we laugh and play
in dust free streets
where ghosts warble under
blank white sheets
that aren’t for carrying the dead
nor hiding light that’s scarce
in crumbling concrete
and withered, clawing
glass that blew out last night
for the thousandth god-damned time



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