street death

Street Death

People who
die alone
on the
street trigger
queer thoughts
that ripple thru
foot traffic.

 

They bring
down pigeons
from their
ledges.

 

They short-change
embalmers.

 

They leave
nothing to
identify them
except shoes
with holes
in them &
dirty underwear.

 

They are
champions
in a
discredited world.

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