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The Street

have you walked the

avenue where sidewalks

turn red, and tenement

windows never open.

one evening I fell

beside a motherless

friend shot in the

head for selling baby

powder to dope fiends

who had dried blood

mixed with rage on

veins craving a fix.

death came to life

on this street the

pious only swallow

with prayer, never

minding the drowning

sorrow of those only

strong enough to sob

in God’s city for the pale

and sudden departures.

will you walk a bit

further into the corner

night, where the people

gather in store front

faith to speak prayers

before the dropping

darkness, where no one

sees us hunger, or thirst

or reach for life beyond

the ascending coffins

and tolling bells.