San Bernardino, Ca. Poem by Thomas Bates
San Bernardino, Ca.
Death-camp sirens rile, insects and
Rodents and
Gangsters
W/
drone
foamed.
Light sickly ugly little damaged brown
Turned tan; the ground
A manhole above hell
The name:
San bernardino.
i've watched your streets
In the decline of not having a home and
I've walked the talk
From a safe distance
Of unlovely lonesome solitude,
soiled
w/in
like a body burning
being buried
by the flood of earth caving
in.
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