Three Versions of “Opiate War”
Oh, Duluth.
It began with watching addicts scream in the alley. Then it got electric. Then it got louder.
I’m not sure where it’s going, but I know how it ends.
“Opiate War”
Smokestack
Steam pipe
Snow falls
In the half light
Red clay
On the South Shore
I can’t feel my feet no more
Needle
On the sidewalk
Small men
With their big talk
Everybody’s got an open mind
Everybody’s got a closed door
I can’t feel my face no more
Big wave
In a big storm
I’m so cold
But I’m so warm
There’s a sharp pain
And a great war
I can’t feel my pulse no more
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