The Town's Cassandra

He's always muttering something about the end being near.
He never says why. History's bound to repeat itself if we
Don't watch out. Which history? Well, if I don't know, I am
One of the zombies, he says, and then he wanders off.
Maybe I am, I think, as I watch him. He does show up here
Every day.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-01-15 at 12:51

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