605 – Exit

This is not an exit,
Reads the rusty gate
To heaven.

We are not alone,
Say the demons
To the wolf.

There in no salvation,
Cry the dying
Autumn leaves.

We have no more tears,
Written on
A subway wall.

An angel shares black tea
With the poet
From the gutter.

Time is not a problem,
When you’re killing
Death itself.

But there’s still
No exit.

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