The complex was like a cell
Barred window and patio
The halls dim and endless
Like a haunted hotel
Death lingers here
Against the walls and doors
Each unit has a story
Her mother had grown ill here
Hours before her death
The complex held each soul captive
Until it called them home
Each one by one
The park was a home
To the dejected, lonely
Detested, unhoused
Lunatic, loner
Each bench providing
Momentary comfort
For solitary stranger
The trees swayed not
Still there were signs of life
In an otherwise hopeless place
In another season
There would be more or less
Of this or none at all
She wanders into the graveyard
Looking upon offerings laid out
For the deceased
Pan dulce and donuts
Bottles of coke and sprite
Candies scattered onto the ground
While the bones of their loved one
Is cemented into dirt
At one with eternity
Just a skeleton left scattered in the ground
As sweet pan dulce begins to rot above.
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