Graffiti

From " The Chronicles of Death "


Graffiti

There's poetry in the graffiti
painted on subway walls.
Illumination before your eyes
in letters six feet tall.

The poets of the underworld
tell a cryptic message clear.
Death's tugging at your shirt sleeve
and he's looming ever near.

It's not written by a prophet
or a laureate of the day;
just a few misguided souls,
shepherdless sheep along the way.