The vultures possess a human face
somewhere in the barrens
of a new jersey night
the corpse of a shanty--
collapsed roof
rotted boards
decorated with tall,
grey tombstones--
carcass pushed back from
crumbles of pavement
sentry faces obscured by yellow eyes
smiling
made of endless stone
carved into human eyes.
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
They are human houses
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