Chaos Delivered: A Poem

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Chaos Delivered

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Pigeons scatter at my feet,
Watchmen of the midday street,
Sunlight slanted, shadows yawn
Out from under Three Balls Pawn.
At a bench there sat some lumps,
Perhaps people, perhaps bumps
Guano-crusted, long to freeze
In a waft of sewer-breeze.

Over windows empty stares
Rawest rawest…