The Forgotten

lonely shadows fly like phantoms sodium arc lights sickly yellow the pallor of puss; an old mans bellow the young rages for parents they never had them the quiet cold of ebony rain sepia toned photo seeking remembrance young old women with too much experience raspberry lip gloss she's homeless but vain tenement skyline lighthouse for the lost children at sea drowning in a ocean of humanity disdained the writings on the wall dope fiends in the hall penitentiary collect calls to grandma who accepts them all mournfully I hear Marvin Gaye "brother, brother, brother there are far too many of you dying" lying in bed silently crying "we got to find a better way here today"