UNEASY PEACE


Now as I ponder,

I cringe.

At the awful sight of the hypodermic syringe.

And what came to pass

The breaking of glass

Ampoules

For fools

“Works” for young Turks.

I dismember,

Remember

The guttering call

As all addicts fall,

Into unawareness,

Into I couldn’t care less.

When does it all cease?.

This uneasy peace.

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