“October”
by
Tom Clark
The rain falls like dirty string
on the tomb
of the human race
The girl with the red scarf
and the sassy face throws
her flowers on the wet leaves
Her name is Marie
I met her last Tuesday
on the Métro
You know how it is in the springtime
A man just can’t say no
especially when he is sitting in the seat
reserved for those who have been mutilated in the war
Biblioklept 