No Mercy

A commotion erupts outside my apartment. I hear
my neighbor screaming at the landlord. I discern
my neighbor has been locked out. He sobs,
blaming the economy, blaming his employer,
blaming his poor health. He begs
for one more week. He pleads for mercy.
No mercy.

There is silence and then there is a knock at my door
and then there is the voice of my neighbor calling
out to me and then there is the silence of me
not answering—just sitting there.
No mercy.

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