ten
long years march
vapid across the soiled pages
in the dog-eared books
of two lives
nine
corinthian columns lean
crumbling on the moldy concrete portico
in the front
of a Southern courthouse
eight
brown-edged roses rest
pressed between the yellowing pages
in the heart
of a forgotten family Bible
seven
unanswered letters decay
lost among the endless detritus
in the vast wasteland
of a city dump
six
old soldiers lie
leaking on the brown paper lining
in the bottom
of a plastic trash can
five
crushed butts reek
dead atop the filthy coating
in the bowels
of a grimy glass bowl
four
bare walls stand
staring at a cluttered apartment
in the midst
of a teeming city
three
homeless children remain
abandoned by mother and father alike
in the confines
of a distant orphanage
two
lonely people linger
wondering about an almost-voyage
on the capricious
sea of success
one
sad man slogs
empty down a squalid street
in an incessant trek
from bar to bar
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