Shards
Life was cascading twilight
in street-lit park benches
where dogs cease to fight
in feral shards of moonlight
where angels mourn a human's soul
and lose their gift of flight
It's sad to think of the dawn that follows
when all is exposed to sun
and bloody backs are turned towards everyone
and everything is daylight
and everything is seen
but the eyes are killed to bullet wounds
and all have lost their sight
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