voices through open windows
prickle my ears
like fog at dusk
before an ear-splitting roar
drowns a drunken laugh
cheers clash with groans
some lottery luck before
a punch to the gut
stolen gold re-stolen
then silence
no breathing
a nail being bitten
life or death
120 seconds
two minutes
for a fate decided
forgiven and forgotten
buried deep but never
deep enough
for the injustice collectors
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