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October 31st

Last week the pharmacy
finally fell. Now the silo
is the town’s oldest building,
not that anyone buys grain
but the government
who, for all we know,
dumps it in the ocean.

Yesterday,
during the church service,
the mayor stood up,
walked down the aisle,
through the door,
and never returned.

Today, we drove
out to his place.
But no one was home.
Nothing else to do,
we fed his dogs
and called the sheriff
on the short wave.