Poem 7

Nothing reminds you
How beautiful people are–capital P People I mean– 
like a building they've just left

All the life sucked out like atmosphere in space
The sounds gone silent
like the lonely terror of sudden deafness

Memories still haunt the air like
smoke trails from the last cigarette
ground into the alley out back

This place is nothing now
means nothing
gives nothing
takes nothing

A concrete carcass
Awaiting resurrection on another morning