Empty bottles of champagne
Weave a rug on the cracking wood
Of the first apartment room floor
Down on west boxing street

Like sinners on the wayward roads
Of new york past dawn
Cigarettes deadend into the floor
And the curtains side step and allow the breeze
Through the maggot infested window frame

Face down is a man
Of no past
No present
No future
For his reflection never flickered in a soul's eye

Pale white like dove's hands
Glassy-eyed and hollow
Nothing but paper mache skin
Wrapped around plastic bones
Gone.

Days later when investigators
Would stroll into the room and declare suicide
By the gun in the man's hand
Never would they pivot the rusting metal
Of the closet door
To find a murderer
Loathing the corpse with disgust

The world was hiding behind that door
Cold hearted and long blood hungry
The art of disownment by far conquered
For this shunning drove him to wrap his finger around the trigger
And pull

A murder took place
Down on west boxing street
It was the man who you didn't apologize to when you stumbled into him
On the side walk last november
It was the man who i didn't return the friendly greeting last
christmas
You and I
We helped murder him.

A murder took place
Down on west boxing street
You and I
We helped murder him
Down on west boxing street


thank you.
 
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