Jimmy Santiago Baca
When Life - Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
Is cut close, blades and bones,
And the stench of sewers is everywhere,
And guards count the dead
With the blink of an eyelid, then hurry home
To supper and love, what saves us
From going mad is to carry a vacant stare
And a quiet half-dead dream.
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