Chest Pain At 22 Weeks

Poetry 3 (Sunset The slums)

Sunset neighborhoods God
A Tin village and board thrown
And guys everywhere
Dying shortly after birth
Sunset
that squeezes the heart
The day is gone and the sun never came out drenched
flies die
latrines to sleep crowded

fecal Sunset over the river
shore A pack
the dump and an arch of sticks twisted
Emerge from a puddle without drying
Sunshine and shadow
end
I'm going back there to not
The soul with a dagger and a cloak
and steps to be and will not go away.