December Poem 3

Having lived where I lived,

I knew their numbers.

According to the zeal of goodbye.

I heard, and had a nice ear.

 

But by the noise I heard,

An unnatural murder

Knocking against profane ornaments.

A job interview where jobs are scarce.

And furniture carried away was not.

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