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Poems
Shiny, Black, and Sleek
Feed it gas to ninety-five
The tainted brain divines,
The drunken youth behind the wheel
kills three on Highway Nine.
Chrome and metal, hard and cold,
Shiny, black, and sleek.
Death--it calls this vessel home
And laughs while others weep.
* * *
The wayward child pulls out his gun
In hopes to ease his pain.
The bullets slice the crowd like knives
And ten young Angels fly away.
Chrome and metal, hard and cold,
Shiny, black, and sleek.
Death--it calls this vessel home
And laughs while others weep.
* * *
Seventeen and ghostly pale,
He lies in quaint repose.
This oblong box denotes the end--
A young life has come to a close.
Chrome and metal, hard and cold,
Shiny, black, and sleek.
Death--it calls this vessel home
And laughs while others weep.
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