mother
*filing out of the police truck
knee deep in the mother fuck
hands tremble
that surely resemble
those last breaths of life
crowds all loud they come around
to view the litter upon the ground
the city never sleeps
but i am sure it weeps
like a heart-broken mother
red lights and meat truck
knee deep in the construct
of busted promises
and broken dreams
a mother never sleeps
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