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Death in a Supermarket
A short poem...
Death in a Supermarket Stranger I heard you cry like a bird and saw your white face stripped of all masks and pained, hands panicked and fumbling blind at the rows of stupid produce now tumbling down - then you started your own slow fall. And I watched, stunned and saw your paroxysms, legs flapping and no one to hold you at the end poor sod whimpering, friendless, then dead, lying amongst the yoghurt on the cold, littered floor. – Jogyata.
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