SMALL TIME HOODS
I watched the train consume the
dwelling, taking down boards and
beams and windows and doors. The
sound was fairly small, for what
you'd imagine should be roars.
Otherwise, so they spoke, some
sort of justice ruled.
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That what the people were saying,
those at the precipice and those at
the edge. No longer weary, it seemed
a new energy propelled them forth.
But to where, I did not know.
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Probably just another ledge.
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