Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 45 Points (Montenegro)

I Talked To People In Gray - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

They were leaning on the wall

With legs slightly spread frowning brows
With hands crossed half open lips

They talked of the landlords

With clean white shirts and well pared nails
Shining black shoes sunglasses and words

I said something about homes


With neatly cut hair freshly shaven chins
Artificial teeth and the belts - they had belts

They said that I should move out


I never knew they came on behalf of death

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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