galactic international

there were notes on
that.there are images
carved in rock and
letters kept in vaults
for centuries.death was
so alive back then.you
could let your gun talk.
on Saturday
all get together and build
a church or a hospital
a bank or gingerbread fortress.
oh,the world was not a cosmic carnival.
I know I was there.me and the reapers going
from bar to bar.from corner to corner.always
being so careful,
whenever we crossed
the street.