Metrospotting
contours of the church
sing towards the dusk skies
above the vineyard
and it’s a ghostyard too
sweet machine gun Santa Maria!
there was a murder at the toy store last Sunday
attack of the insomniacs
one for each sign of the zodiac
missing their ringfingers
cold to the touch
thoughtless and toothless
in a wreckage of their minds
circling around the bell tower
a streetcar named Gunfire
traveling from new lands
still long forgotten
a smiling woman sits inside
remembering the days
that repeat through history
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