Twilight Blues Poem by Samuel Menashe

Twilight Blues



(Morton St. Pier)

Lying here
Flat on my back
I can almost see
Myself in the morgue
On a slab, tagged

I am the corpse
No one will have
Not stabbed, stored
No one takes my life
It goes by the board

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