reflections on saturday morning
going to work
those of us who have to walk
staggered as if stabbed in the chest
impaled by our own need and circumstances
our flesh ripped exposing a pale
pink and gray relfecting off the ugly blinding sun
the blood spilled all over the pavement
licked by meandering dogs
finished taking their morning shit.
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