not so close up |
When he got back evening was falling and
snow already had.
They had taken everything.
The windows were smashed, and one of the
doors was unhinged and nothing remained.
They had even emptied the store where he
kept his memories.
These had been wrapped in black plastic bin
liners and looked worthless even to the uneducated eye but they were the
biggest loss.
He couldn’t even remember what they
contained.
But maybe the cold was numbing his brain.
He just knew they were priceless.
As he stood there, unsure whether to rage
or weep, people were setting flares into the snow – a rally was coming this way
and he would be in theirs.
He was as unnecessary as he was impotent.
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