another dead: it is common now
i hear the bells ring and find it to
be not noon: so it is another dead
another row of cars readied to
depart and crowd the narrow
streets of downtown: encumbering
my ability to pass across where
hatred is dissipated in the form
of forms: how i hate motions
set this for next week or in two
after all the separation is going
well much better than the marriage
so it is only fitting that the divorce
be sped up and a motion set, an
order drafted: and i ponder if he
recalls that i was probably about
when he married her here at the
courthouse steps those three years
ago: her dress out of place, him in
uniform, promising: God what is it
that we promise
as the cars rev and the sirens start
