"The Zoo"
by D.J.Granger
Dilapidated disarray
tucked away in shadows
of silver skyscrapers.
Auburn glass shards litter
beaten black boulevards
trapping slivers of light
like would be dreams.
Bins brim filled with trash
spew putrid fumes which
wrench my nostrils.
Unlike ones I’ve toured before
this desolate hold harbors
untouchables, not bound by rods
but confined by society.
Somber faces gape
as hungry eyes hawkishly
hunt me and feeble limbs
extend out begging.
I reach deep in my pockets
not for peanuts, but for change.
Glistening change.
richmond.
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