Shadows - Poem by jerry hughes
They walk in isolation.
Who are these shadows?
Nobody asks, nobody cares.
He walks lamely.
She with the easy elegance
of a childhood discipline.
He mumbles an incoherent mantra
to the rhythm of the traffic.
She hears him and asks,
'Would you like some wine? '
He stares at the bottle.
'Give it to me or I'll kill you! '
He plunges a knife into her chest.
'Oh, Jesus, ' she cries,
slipping to the footpath.
He sits her on a bus stop seat
smoothing her dress, and putting
on a shoe that had fallen off.
The crowd hurries on to its destination
as a single shadow stands, bottle
in hand, silently sobbing.
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