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Alexander Coy
Poems
Jul 2016
Cemetery Mind
The pistol is on the desk;
the dog tilts her head;
someone is at the door
and it isn't her master
A car passes,
and the street lamps
light it up like
a torch;
it rumbles past
the house, and a
window is shut
The feet of darkness
press upon the floor;
dogs can be heard in the
distance; their masters
asleep, dreaming
the American dream;
their children
in love with
the children of others
A television hums
a late night lullaby;
and the fans
sway back and forth
hissing at the callous
feet of laborers
A loud noise cuts
the day in half
Now the moon peeks
above a cloud
to investigate the sound
Much like the animals,
it's indifferent to the violence
and virtues of others
but that doesn't stop anyone
from waking up;
be it from a headache,
or another
broken heart.
Written by
Alexander Coy
Austin
(Austin)
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