Friday, October 21, 2011

Afterworld

A lead bullet
Three buckeyes
Nail clippers
Car keys
Red bandana handkerchief
Assorted change
Broken mirrored brush
Balls of lint
A leather wallet.
All that was left
Was in the dead man's pockets,.
His life picked clean
His identity
Anonymous
The love in his heart
Emptied
Along with his blood.
Glasses at his side
Body left abandoned
As the spirit
Whisked away
On the currents of the
Wind.

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