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A Clerk

A cash store clerk bent on self 
improvement brought a gun to 
work today
His final solution to follicles and 
dried up tear ducts

He didn’t know where to 
conceal, what was really eating 
A funny slogan brought a slight 
grin, but was buried when he 
choked on joy

The towns people saw him 
shrug and the earth shuddered 
They saw him strung up in the 
square with a new hue to him
Lucky for them they wouldn’t 
be here too long

His head hovers by his 
shoulders, his hands hold his 
Questions nibble his mind...
Do the young deserve it more 
than the ones who’ve seen 
what he’s come to see?
Do the elders deserve a bitter 
rose bleeding near a grave that 
states “He lived a full life”?

Decisions, decisions

This bread can’t hold back the 
pains from future regret and 
this bottle hasn’t been curing 
anything but dream 
Something he doesn’t know 
much about anymore

A crooked smile slits its own 
throat across his face
Where did this come from?
A guttural reaction to the 
thought of death? 
Maybe just perfection embodied 
from a cold steel grip 

Kick up dust with the flick of his 
Everything unsettled ends, this 
will be his day of smiling

The towns people saw him 
shrug his shoulders and the 
earth shuddered
The towns people’s lives flash
The suns eclipsed by screams
The cash store clerk bent on 
self improvement brought a 
gun to work today
and the towns people helped 
him live a little longer....

Copyright © Martin Graham

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