Woodstock, Night
- Soli Philander
- Oct 14, 2021
- 1 min read
They prowl the empty town at night
Reft of prospect or future bright
The answers dark in shadows loom
The questions birthed in muted gloom
The robotic beeping on the blood-red
Tarred pillow on pavement bed
Far from where neon comfort for attention pleads
A people without past still bleeds
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