d day

new york bw

they come with these plans
they take the world
your veins
your thoughts
they come and they go

a body that cross the streets
a body that goes inside a casket
a body that goes inside a cart
(just a body)
a receptacle of information
flooded, squashed, crushed by dreams that you never really dreamt

smokes and ashes through rooftoops
how soft and lenient you became?

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