Another Rushmore

Eyes that cut into the granite of his face,
not a hair out of place.

walk this way to the end of the day
take five for a smoke
a joke

the tales we tell
and
sell me the contents of your leather valise.

knife crime?

loved ones
can’t wake ’em
when they’re taken,

a lifetime
undelivered.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.