The Gap in the Sidewalk
I walk
the skies above me don’t look promising
I walk on
under the Black Plague
Black Death.
The sidewalk
underneath my feet
makes a disquieting sound
as I seem to be alone, or so it seems.
I know that I’m being watched
by something much bigger than me.
I try desperately
to quench it away with disbelief.
There are no alleyways
for me to duck into and hide.
There are no sewers
though unsanitary and dismal
with vermin life
where I can take refuge.
Just this sidewalk
where there is here,
and here is there.
I walk on-
-watching and waiting-
for the inevitable.
There are no cars,
there are no buses,
there are no other people,
and buildings for other people to dwell.
There is nothing
but walking,
and waiting,
and watching.
I have no other choice
than to keep to myself
and my thoughts.
There is no conversation,
no birds,
no animals.
Nothing!
Just walking, waiting and watching
for them to come.
The downpour of dirt,
and rocks from The Monsters in the sky.
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