Leader

He’s sick, Flu got the wind, perfect
Fall day lambing sheep. A other
life he’s a bookseller, a father,
and now he’s nothing — a man dieting.

These long days of waiting, he’s gone where ever
the dead go when there’s no hell or heaven;
we wanted to get out but, where could I go
where THERE weren’t — they were everywhere by now.

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