The Sound of Ink

  Time feeds empty with growls and cardboard beggar notes littering sidewalks.   In the shadows where gods are deaf addiction writes funeral songs one needle at a time.   At the corner of destitute and gentrification money complains about dandelion homeless marring their patio view.   With huff and demand police arrive as badged gardeners to weed concrete of souls who are considered blight in the garden of profit prime real estate.  ©Susie Clevenger 2021 Word Crafters Prompt