Man
Shards of city noise bend
Up into a room where a man
Sits finally in his chair to choke
Down another bitter day
And below in the street
Dogs nest in piles of cinder blocks
And in this room
The grappling of his hands
And in this room
A neck vein pulses violently
And in this room
His bellowing winter cough
And in this room
Blinking Christmas lights
Surround a crucifix like barbed wire
Sending red, green rebounding
Off walls, while wrinkles
Curl across linoleum in a shadow
Neck vein, hands and cough go
Placid, as a man bends into himself
Stark
(A man dies)
Christ echoes screams through the red
Green of the room. Horns honk
Amen
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