Many Beers In

I found the last of the running man
tagged in black vinyl
witnessed as they took body from street
clean blood off asphalt
clean body off asphalt
asphalt of tears and morgue
asphalt where running man became holy
asphalt cemetary wake and sleep eternal
the silent humming of the death drumroll
black veils and white sky
weeping mother with straight face no blank affect
affect blank no asphalt no affect
lowered into grave I think
what I could have done to help
instead I sat at window watching gawked
like stupid bird stupid gawking thing
gawking watching look at your death look look look
look at death at your door
for the eternality of silence
for the imposition of emptiness
for the biological anxiety in my skull
I’m drunk and can’t find any reasons

Noah David Roberts is a poet and author based in Philadelphia, PA. He attended SUNY Purchase, and is the publishing Manager at End Paper Press. He has 3 collections of poetry available: US V. THEM (2016); STRIPS (2018), and Slime Thing and other poems, (2018). Since 2016, he has had work featured in Streetcake Magazine, Big Scream, Big Hammer, and many others Noah is currently a freelance ghostwriter and editor. Find out more at: Read other articles by Noah David, or visit Noah David's website.