Spill and shatter into the street,
Like broken light bulbs,
Fallen from grace, fallen from right
From the light
Crushed like so many paper cups,
Water cooler talk for the caffeine hogs,
Emptied and pourn out, and left to be destroyed.
Falling tenderly into graves.
What women will weep,
When we’ve fallen into the streets,
Into the streets
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