Slum
collecting people bought or sold formerly
the city is anything but new hot and not safe to go in
but who buries his child without a void
night has been born in my microscope
that end of town among loathsome houses
come see the dead how we are divided that were so long together
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 25 July 1664.
Dave Bonta
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