lice and dark

the cafeteria smoulders dark coffee;
    lantern splined by visit of night;
    capture mock of moon, brother,
    sister; the sheep are prime for
slaughter.

“And yet everywhere, the poor are packed like lice into every crevice in the city. People don’t see that any more. It’s as if you shine a light very brightly in one place, the darkness deepens around it.” Arundhati Roy, “The checkbook and the cruise missile.”

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