Boston’s hackneyed stabbing beans still have cavernous holes where their hearts had once been; they corroded then eroded away from I’ll use. No souls, Hollywood took the rest. GOD did His best. They’re the devil’s to abuse today. Zombies on parade, Sunset’s walking charades. Death catches them unaware. What a time they had to arrive at mad. Recidivists on Hell Street, they’ll not make their levels stick, though brutal, they’re not too clever quick. The LORD sighs as he tends my wounds, me by His side.
by Jerriè McGill