Where Gods Are Deaf

 

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

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