They’re tearing down the neighbor’s house
And hauling it away
They built the thing in thirty-three
It’s gone in just a day
As I watch the workers in the
Bulldozers and trucks
I wonder where the line is
Where I should give a fuck
Every morning I watch as The city eats itself
I know the fat are hungry They can’t help themselves
They’re spraying down the rubble
To keep the dust in check
Asbestos oil and lead paint
All that you’d expect
Sometimes in the mornings
When I cough myself awake
I think about the circumstance
And choices I have made
When I walk to town I feel A stranger to this place
Watching people move around I just can’t relate
I know that you left just in time
I’m glad that you made it out alive
Walking through the cemetery
Reading all the names
Remembering the families
I wonder what remains
I think of all the changes
That happened since you left
I reach up for St. Christopher
Who dangles at my chest
I know the door is closing and I might never leave
Knowing that you’re out there somehow brings relief
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