Chrome Sky

Thursday 3 July 2008

How do you enter
into the suffering of another?
Is it enough for your heart
softened from your own
to cry in your chest
when he looks at you
plastic bag chest height
eyes of blue
child face
and says

"Yeah, I know
it's sad, isn't it?"
and walks off
down the ramp
to Ashley Street

"But I got nothin'
to live for!
I want to be dead!"

Screaming out
to the silent chrome sky?

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