Ode to Luís Gongora 

  
i always find it weird
when a human life disappears
and remnants of their flesh is cleared

when hazmat crews clean
and vanish
last remainders of a soul
Lost

sometimes leaving strange reminders
blue latex glove here
caution tape there
and there –

and the world moves on
unaware;
Life Lost
and wiped away

just ghosts stay
behind, confused
as if to say,
“what happened here?”

when tragedy strikes
trains hit
or cops shoot
sometimes folks dont
understand
where they went

but they left anyway

one less soul

on the tracks
in the streets

of this Earth –

another mother
forced to cry –
because even
when they are nobodies

IT’S STILL SOMEONE’S SOMEBODY

Left behind.

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