Mary peered out her living room bay window.
She watched the white leopards lope across
Lawns and in between parked cars,
Pieces of people and whole children
Clamped vice-like in their bloody maws.
This scene was now three days old
And showed no sign of abating.
Her vodka supply long depleted,
She slipped on a sweater and clutched
The handle of the aluminum front door.
She was determined not to break into a sprint,
But to instead stride in a dignified manner
To Midtown Liquors three blocks away.

05/12/2010

Posted on 05/13/2010
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