Morning: The hell-bus walk
All the way down the cold sand road
Peace; melancholy acceptance
Of a fate that's worse than death to me
Well now it's not the same
The six AM gloom light drags on, then fades
The driver's smile makes my day
A reduction of pain became just the same
As a release from the whole bloody thing
Every drop of rain was like...
A crack in the ice.
To smile down on...It's a wonder
I never wedged the tip of my boot in
And tried to shatter it.
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