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Pulling into post office,
notice the flag at full mast,
think, why the fuck isn’t it at half-mast?
Not a minute later, Public Works guy
lowers it halfway down.
Might as well just leave it there.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Pulling into post office,
notice the flag at full mast,
think, why the fuck isn’t it at half-mast?
Not a minute later, Public Works guy
lowers it halfway down.
Might as well just leave it there.