astride the pale horse

into the devasted inner sanctum of the mind-less city

she was there in the barest cloak of filthy rags and clinging children

she said   "25 cents if you want me here, 50 cents for there
and a dollar for  the primal opening"

she smiled...her broken teeth glistening obscurely in the obsenity

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we

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the one eyed one legged child crawled on and into the alley
begging the garbage cans to yield  him some food

the refuse was swirling around the feet
of all the refugees

the pale horse moved on

the rider had no choice but to go along

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we have no choice

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astride the pale horse we move along