Gas Station Owner

The detectives took the swabs
made the photos. We’re
allowed to wash the blood
off the gas pumps

Gasoline only earns us hate.
The kid didn’t come in,
took the day off (too scared)

Cookies and crackers
made us
a little money —
customers think
we’re evil rich

The kid
didn’t show up for the night shift.

My wife
thought her smile
would have to work
like lightning
on an angel food cake,
candles on a birthday sale

The detectives took the swabs
made the photos. I’m
allowed to wash the blood
off the gas pumps

Put up a sign:
closed for funeral
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert