GOD COULD HAPPEN BY NIGHTFALL Comments

The dusk already begins for me
although that light was just scattered,
I'd best not speak of the nightfall,
God could happen by nightfall.

Whomever was shown love,
whoever had to settle for vodka.
The streets condense into a dream.
Names, yes—they all have names.

It was toil I felt from the warmth,
wallpapered like birdsong in print,
I'd best not think of the nightfall,
God could happen by nightfall.

Whoever was promised the world,
whoever's lot was collecting bottles.
The plastic bag coats, the plastic bag kills.
Names, yes—we all have names.
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