words fall
like hot wax
on skin
oh, God,
teach us to be kind
teach us to be kind
to the grass under our feet
teach us to be kind
to the shadows
dragging behind us
the half-blind woman
stops the other half-blind woman
tells her
about those bad numbers
creeping under her door
about how they besiege
her place
and grin from the shelves
how they snigger
behind her back –
the other woman
nods sympathetically
takes bread crumbs
out of her pocket
feeds imaginary pigeons
oh God
be good
be good to recycled angels
and to homeless warriors
be good to what is left of the day
and to the darkness to come
© Aprilia Zank, Ph.D.
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