At Dusk

At dusk on the stoops

Mothers broken, buried

Beneath babes too many

Weary to the marrow

Of their souls, hum songs

Bloody sorrowful songs

Staggering from the drink

Or their latest addiction

Crying over another mate

Gone to the store

For smokes

For good

And another bun in the oven

Same old story

It's destiny

S.E.Ingraham©