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26 Don Mattera Futility The workday ends To crowded trains That smell of sweat and disinfectant. The walk through the township Alerts the senses in precaution Against the threat of cold steel. The eager smiles of children And the soft caress of a loving wife Fails to soothe the troubled heart. Sleep eludes the eyes And fear of facing another barren day Gnaws like a cancer in the belly. The rise from bed The stroll in the cool night air In search of peace of mind. Then a loud banging at the door Tells of a knifed body Covered with newspaper A few yards from the house ...

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