Lit eZine Vol 7 | p-6 | POETRY | A Death In The Town

SHORT POEM

A DEATH IN THE TOWN
by John Grey

When the forest was razed,
there wasn’t even enough wood left for a cross,
nothing at hand to mark the grave
amid fifty lookalike townhouses,
flat, gray parking lots and crewcut lawns.
And there was no funeral,
just a few pallbearers with no casket
to grip onto.
I was one as I wandered down
the newly named, “Lincoln Avenue.”
Good old Lincoln! He freed the slaves.
And then he let loose the developers.