Between The Cemetary & Macdonalds Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Tattered memories blow across the pavement
A toddler cries fat tears down chubby cheeks

Seagulls are active ingredients in this cityscape
Sirns wail by, opening wounds in the ear of day
Millions of birds have slipped through the back door of night

This street, these centuries, this city
How many winters will pass before they crumble?

Will pestilence, war, or global warming prove fatal
Before more than birds pass through the door of night?