No Heaven Green

To dust again they accept their return
dry mouthed around stale crumbs
of yesterday’s unleavened

every bit of their Earth,
whizzing or in still life becoming
gloomy crashed up heaven

forgotten and short lived,
born again old
in a wish to live a better day

they lay; stretched out
on benches or across
urinated greens and gray

chained to their exasperated
lowly hearts, shooting up high
and loudly crashing down

stuck on severe and painful
strokes, holding on tight
to their forever lost and frowns

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