Heroin Fence

Heroin Fence

A Poem by Orlando Murcia

 

 

 

That man has been standing against the fence
 
for quite some time now
 
 
 
I can't understand why he's not moving,
 
his head is cocked back like a trigger
 
from a loaded gun
 
 
 
He look's whiter than the chalk man
 
that laid on the pavement a few weeks back
 


  
His eyes are shut like windows,
 
he look's more stale than bread left under
 
the heat of noon
 
 
 
Someone finally asked him if he was alright,
 
he was probably just drunk out of his mind
 
 
 
He shakes the man on his left shoulder...
 
 
 
 
The man falls to the floor
 
 
 
 
I don't think this guy... 
  
  
...is alive anymore
 
 
 
 
 
The good samaratain checks for his pulse,
 

 


 he shakes his head...
 

 


  
Right then and there

 

I knew there was no sign of life

 

 


  
This man had been dead already
 
 for some time now

 

 


  
For how long?  
 
 
I don't know?
 
 
 
By the color of his skin though
 
I would have to say maybe an hour or a tad more
  
  
  
  
I guess..

 

I was wrong
 
 
 


 He wasn't drunk
 
 
 
He just over dosed
 
 
 
 
How do I know?
 
 
Because of the fresh track marks
  
on his arm
 
 
 
 
What a shame
 
 
That's the third guy this week
 
 
 
When will it end?

© 2013 Orlando Murcia


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Orlando Murcia
Orlando Murcia

Santa Monica, CA



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I am a writer who loves to write about Love, Beauty, Intimacy, and pretty much anything that hits me out of nowhere. I love writing for artist and anyone who appreciates the art of poetry. http://yout.. more..

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