Ballgame death song 

H.M. Nolan

I drove for miles

but your decay still lingered

on my lips

Your death song played

at every ballgame

The living only toil

I think as I drive past rusted old cars

and dirty barefoot children

I can see the ribs of a dog

from the freeway

This life

Is too much.

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