Sunday, 24 March 2013

There are weapons
Scattered by the Roadside.
Litters of dead bodies,
Litany of hooting owls,
Vandalized shops
All over...

There is a watchmam
By the school gates,
empty Classrooms...
Broken windows
And silence that billows

There is a Lorry
That has overturned
Whose drivers face
Was smashed by
The windscreen-
And he is on his
Last legs
With crispy cries
And kicks of a
Dying horse

All doors have
Been left ajar
In this ghost town

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