Seven Forty Eight

I awake to the sound of birds…
As they fall dead to the ground.

I look at the clock…
It tells me all is lost.

I rise in vain from my bed…
The bed that I have made.

It would seem that God didn’t pay his phone bill…
Or left it off the hook.

But Satan is an early riser…
He has cooked me breakfast.

My intestines need more salt…
But otherwise…

Seven Forty Eight

Jerry Leineke

Sierra Vista, United States

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