Graffiti Prophets

The
morning
sun’s tender
first rays, squeeze through
rusty old railings
onto a cement wall,
the city’s parchment covered
in notes from graffiti prophets,
blazing shards of light sweep across their
nighttime artistry – scars of tormented minds.

Mike Jackson

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