DEATH WALKS BOLDLY ON MY STREETA Poem by Father Mojo
death walks boldly on my street groans wildly with garbage trucks dances with clamoring crows crashes cans in the alley hides behind hookers’ smiles speaks shrill sirens in the early hours disguised as laughing landlords raising rent swift stalking elegant dark mahogany movement leaves behind distinctive footprints i think that death is in love with my street never lets it out of sight © 2008 Father MojoReviews
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2008 AuthorFather MojoCarneys Point, NJAbout"I gave food to the poor and they called me a saint; I asked why the poor have no food and they called me a communist. --- Dom Helder Camara" LoveMyProfile.com more..Writing
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