What do they know ?

A cold face with numbers.
That is all I am.
Give it another decade or two.
And I might be
recognized as an odd poet.
Reading Bukowski
and chewing off the misery.
In the distance hearts and minds
severed from one another.
The tragedy is not yet over,
another is waiting.

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