Lucky Charms and Anvils
Children passing through the valley of death
Their chatter amplified by the facades of closing in betrayal
They fear no evil that teaches them to be silent
And pay attention to imaginary platitudes scratched into the cave wall
What's for lunch? Windows windows windows, traffic and windows.
The walk home is worse; gets heavier each passing day.
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2021
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