“TOYS FOR GHOSTS” 30 Aug 01

there’s a line of yellow tape
A man in a uniform
flowers
A hand written note
a large pink bear

I don’t know why
there’s no children there
not anymore
no angels play there
not anymore

I’m glad they’ve gone
always screaming in the street
if he hadn’t killed them
maybe I would’ve
this streets gone to the dogs
things were better when I was young.

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