Strip Mall Epiphany

A fat cop stands, bored, at the door
Of a sandwich place. There's no one
Inside. All the customers, lardy
Themselves, line up for food outside
In their cars. Immigrants pass them
Their bags through a window.
I pass by, certain that I'm seeing symbols:
Of privilege, oppression, of waste and decay,
Of an era approaching its end.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-27 at 15:51

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