i’s don’t c.

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i’s don’t c.

an
arrow
appeared
out
of
the
sky
at
night.

i think
i never saw it,
but saw its victim
wandering the city,
riding its metal trains,
and muttering at shadows
and their memories.
he took off his shoes,
and laid his body on a
mountain of plastic bags;
some filled with papers, cans, and rags-
his tangible treasures.
others were filled with
more bags.
he closed his eyes
and fell asleep;
i think.

and everyone just stared
with cold reproachful eyes.
perhaps they didn’t understand,
but they’ve must seen the lightning,
heard the thunder
crashing through the sky,
but they just couldn’t see
the scars from arrows slain;
the years of agony and pain.
perhaps it was pure envy
that he just didn’t care
that he was truly free
except from their
icy stares and judgment.
there is no shield
from the public opinion
of the masses.

an
angel
fell
from
out
the
sky
last
night.

and no one noticed
or no one cared.

01.07.09.

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