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Last Days Along the Brooklyn El by Gary Sokolow

As the life is

bled from me

the girl in

the red apron

makes change

The old man

tightens his grip

around blue paper

window shades


the soldiers die

in these same

cities, as the old

ladies pee, I am

sure I know

death and don't

want to die in

its grip, falling

between holes,

dizzy from too

high a platform,

the black pavement

below, the roar of

the train entering

the station and


at rest and

in silence

in aisle four

steel hammers

$9.95






Gary Sokolow has an aging MFA (Brooklyn College), edited the literary journal while in the program, work nowhere near the arts these days, and was last published about a year back in Chantarelle's Notebook.
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