Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind Poem by Greg Costello

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind



I passed on the street a real-life zombie,
A blank stare left his periscopic hood,
Withering beneath his Abercrombie,
The discarded needle, curdling his blood.
A pitiful life, a forgotten man?
Frequenting alleys to escape the glare,
Is he no longer a part of His plan?
I pressed on homeward, how much did I care?

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Greg Costello

Greg Costello

Dublin, Rep. of Ireland
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