Poetry

Vladmir

The face of a killer is no different

Than the face of the man you passed

Three blocks ago on 5th avenue

A face you never really saw anyway

Cause there were so many

But his face was there

A face found everywhere

So it’s easy to understand

How you might not recognize

The killer in Vlady’s face

So clean and neat

No mess allowed

A plastic surface over

Darkness


Bob Armell