Forget

the thief in the alley
behind the building
waiting for the lights
to go out...

his lights went out a long time ago,
or, maybe yesterday...
no job, his family gone,
no reason to be a man...

anymore...

the lights go out,
he steps from the shadows
with a handful of pipe,
smashing the skull of
unidentified footsteps...

takes the money bag and runs...
to the rush and the deadness
that lets him forget!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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