murdering sleep at three a.m.
Beyond the sill an urban gulf
and fear greater than for oneself.
There is no war of us and them
in the eternal Barrio,
only a desperate status quo.
Worse, after all that noise, the silence.
This poem appeared in https://aquietcourage.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/good-morning-night/
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