Canada Dreams

              Sacrifice

     They warp their time
          And lead lives surcease of pain
     Until mere crystals and white dust remain.
          The toys of this most deadly play
     Lay spilled across the nursery floor,
          While grown-up babies cry out for more
     And pushers, in sang-froid, fleece their prey.
          Here lies a tube fied to a bowl: a pipe!
     And scattered there glow candy-coloured pills,
          And clogged needles junkies didn't wipe.
     Any drug is used to raise their thrills;
          This limbo world of life in death
     Is like a sea mist charged with bolts
          Of energy that shortens breath
     And measures the seconds between jolts.
              
  

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