XIII:
She died on a Monday
On a bench just outside
She’s sitting there still
Our new mascot, empty eyed
Still waiting and watching
For someone to buy
We still can’t find peace
Even after we die
I run the store now
It’s my own pride and joy
I have all you need
From tofu to soy
But you never come
So I wait here alone
Like an ancient Pompeiian
A portrait in stone
A Life in Poems 