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“People of the Boulevard”

Ash falls from the sky
Streets fill with corpses of
People living on the boulevard

From inside I watched ash
With its charcoal grey color
On bodies of the boulevard

I tilt my head up
Charcoal falls onto my hair
Of gold tattered and unwashed

My boss sent me out
Onto the streets where
Tattered people die in ash

Sent from above to fall
Street people cower in boxes
Die with nowhere to run

Above us black sky we
Cower in the streets with
Nowhere and no safe home

By Abbi Matheson

Abbi Matheson is a Staff Writer for The Hub. She can be reached at

Posted by on October 19, 2014. Filed under The Week's End. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Both comments and pings are currently closed.