ON THE PRECIPICE OF OUR TIME

by Jesús Papoleto Meléndez

         cares,

    instead

daily

    they stare,

          at

          bus stops

& malls,

smelling the foul air

    of a human life

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the still walking

    Night of The Living Dead

         personified

           in an impersonalized

            society

                  of greed

         that feeds

   bitterly

  off everything

that it sees…

Now, these shopping carts
             are their mobile homes,

 each

  travelling alone

         without

      an address or a phone,

      no

     no one

   calls them,

    no one

      visits,

   nor knows

      where

         there

            would be a bed

   or a chair

              for them

  to lay down

  to lay down

      their cares,

 no one

©Jesús Papoleto Meléndez

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