Suicide at the John Hancock

A man left a blackhole in the Hancock yesterday.

He destroyed the row of beautiful reflections ~

Placed there by you and me,

With some hope for protection in mind.

 

The shatteed glass of past realities,

The many questions,

What are falicies?

 

And as for us, you and me, we gathered and stared,

That's all ~ just gathered and stared.

How could he do this to us, ou and me?

 

He spread himself too thin upon the pavement,

But this time he didn't care.

And as for us, we just gathered and stared.

 

I think we were too late.

Or, more likely than not, he was just too far

Ahead in his schedule to wait.

This poem is about: 
My community

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