here’s the first of a poem in i don’t know how many parts yet.
1. What the Devil Saw
He walked past watermarked cottages
and the public school where textbooks
rotted, mossed, returned to wild;
shuttered restaurants that peeled pastels
like dry skin. The convenience store
hung with a sign, “Drive-through only
after dark.” And it was nearly always dark.
Inside the bar, men in worn fedoras
honked and wailed to no one: second-tier.
He jingled ice in his quiet glass.
He kept time, counting the dead.