The ignored radio station
gets to songs that no one likes,
and nobody steps up to move the dial.
Apartments left empty full of paintings
or wood workings, little projects for fun.
Some are done,
but most are still in progress.
They are left in the wind
so we can pay for our sins
by wringing out
dish rags for money.
The hives no longer contain any honey
just raging swarms of something
no longer resembling bees.
The same can be said of our cities
now just cramped spaces for those
who were left behind like burnt logs
and piles of ash.
They wear masks
in a permanent state of Halloween
it’s a way they can hide from the worst
that they’ve seen.
A woman drenched her family
in the cheapest gasoline,
and burned up a whole book of matches.
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