Matthew Abuelo Poet Free verse

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Of soldiers
And patients 
Of the committed 
And convicts
All their prayers
Fall beneath the floorboards or reach the surface
As roaches 
of the empty room
who scatter when the lights come on.
But there is no score keeper to put them on.
Didn’t you know that redemption has
Always been just a rumor
And never payment to some trickster God
Who wrote the scripts
To all foul deeds which ends
With a lit cigarette or tears?
What do you expect when even the boss’s son doesn’t remember your name?
Didn’t know that the sons
And
Daughters
Of the gilded age 
No longer pray
But that’s what happens 
when the promise of the after life has been 
Bought and sold 
By the very best second story men
In the business? 
And didn’t you know heaven is an SRO of vacant rooms
With waiting bathrooms down the hall?
Who wants to live with someone who pisses
On the toilet seat
With the door open
 and refuses to flush
 anyway?

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