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Under the locked grille, the animals are crying.
You hear them while you wait and when the bus pulls up,
Finally, and you get on. That was many years ago.
The cellar is given over to new shopkeepers, one after the other,
Who fail and are replaced. Even the selfish brother,
The crazed neighbor, the criminal in his cell, face of blue
Tattoos, has never allowed a living thing to starve
As you have. Who knows this except for you and the laughing
African with his flashing gold teeth and padlock key.
Source: Poetry (October 2009)