Tuesday, September 1, 2015

7107. POUNDS TO WALLKILL

POUNDS TO WALLKILL
I saw a truckful of eyes on its way to hell :
carrying precious cargo to nowhere. The skinny
bridge tried spanning the chasm; almost but not
quiet. When everything was over, everything was
down. There wasn't much else to do but examine
the situation  -  as it were  -  and make sure
nothing like that would happen again.

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