The people have burned down
The function no more
Between the blades of cement blocks
A crumbling sense of permanence
Evades your mind
As you ponder the unmeaning of life
The mayor building water parks
Seeking oblivion
And the tax breaks of the wounded
While feeding on the terror
The water misses her cleaning-maid daughters
They have left on buses and trains
Seeking ghostly tongues
The sons of alarm clock mornings
Inside you is a six-pack of beer
Moving away from the fire
Eternity in the newspapers
Tonight at the fairgrounds
Late model elimination
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