Kilo Gramma

 

Abandoned old goats hover at the bus stop
and the food lines, waiting for some release.
The one who spreads the most relief
is known to all as Kilo Gramma.
She sells small pieces of the death puzzle,
which the whole damned village
seems to be assembling.
She spreads her wares, then disappears.
And soon, somewhere, another town’s found dying.

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