The Way of the World

These prints in the dust won’t last through a downpour

Evidence of annihilation

To be annihilated

These tracks turning to nameless mud

Whose bloody work this is

There’ll be no more bricks to bake

No more homes to make

A bell rung

I wish I could have been there for you

Stop the killer at the door

Knock Knock

The reader knows

Who’s there

It’ll be all about

Something that won’t blow over

And a lunatic who roams the streets

A revenge play

The cops do the best they can in these crazy days

Now it’s about to rain

Pour the plaster right away

These prints in the dust won’t last through this downpour

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