20 April 2007
The coroner investigates the corpse
laid out neatly on the metal table.
The girl on the table liked to eat snowcones
but being homeless in Saint Louis
was not a snowcone sort of existence.
Still she would run after the snowcone truck,
following behind the other children,
then give up the chase prematurely.
In the end, she settled for sniffing glue
and stealing plastic food from convenience stores.
Lightning strikes in the parking lot outside.
Temporal space temporarily warps,
and for the briefest of moments,
the living and the dead share a singular space,
but inside the building no one notices
the presence of those Others or the girl
thinking about snowcones and briefly smiling.
But then the illusions are restored.
The lightning is gone.
Dirty waters flow along the city streets,
smelling of rusted nails, feces, and tar,
guided by the gutters and disappearing
into deep, dark, and well hidden drains.
It seems as if the rain will never stop.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel