On the 86th street overpass
in the part of Brooklyn the tour buses
don't go to
lay a pair of sandals,
side by side,
neatly tucked against the
chain link fence.
And next to them a wrapping from the Holy Bible
on audio cd and I thought to myself
even the voice of God couldn't save him,
when he dove and landed on the cars below
small stones embedded, still
in the skin of his heels.
He should have taken the Book.
The weight of it might have kept him
tied to his earth
a little while longer.
The thin onion skin paper
reminding him of his own paper thin skin
down near his sex.
So simply construced
and durable
unlike the body
crashing and popping
against all that metal.
3 years ago
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