a chain of flowers
thrown into the sea
by old women, mothers
children missing
narco gang wars
financed by
men who's hearts
have grown cold
ordering death
like you order dinner
the order in which
somewhere at a table
smoking guns are
singing the etiquette
of violence watched
by closed eyes
One more rag doll body
rendered invisible
wandering in windows
with photos for a name
no instructions for an endgame
just one bar of chocolate
a golden ticket and some
unlucky bastard's body
thrown to rot
in a thicket
POW!
BLAM!
ClickClickClick...
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