Universal Credit Death Song 71

he walked into a bus
the same bus that rode
him to Spoons

near the run down mall
full of near empty betting shops
no smoking ghosts

white dog framed
in the window
seven floors up
looking to the sea

his master under a bus
wind singing a song
he never knew
the words to


David Crystal

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