49, 7 squared,
count the birds on the air,
what’s the chance you’ll arrive at 49?.
49 won’t come home,
call the kin, cars are towed,
high and low you won’t find 49..
to give blood, ’round the block,
in a line stranger walk,
wishing that would bring back 49,
flowers and candles pile up,
a makeshift shrine by the club,
words of love someone wrote on a sign..
it’s someone’s job: mop the floor,
count the birds as they soar,
12×4, then 1 more: 49
in the frame, name by name…
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