
Stranded on euthanasia street
A number of casualties walk
on the chalk lines around the
thousands of the bloodless scarecrows
Weeds and black roses grow
in gardens of screeches
A morbid hawk hovers the emptiness
barking of a dog reverberates
Eyelids are glued to mailboxes
A mindless city stuck in the trenches
Watching television from the grave
Chuckling as coffins close shut
Numbness and laughter blend
Mothers cauterized by loneliness
Fathers gravitate to only lust
Avoiding love at all cost
Mice crawling from pillow cases
Skeletons playing poker Indian style
in front of the rusted closets
Using marrow as golden chips
Despair and poverty shook hands
Pull the exasperating plug
on any side of this hellacious town
Take a sip of cyanide before crossing
this sharp and dying town